almost but still not clear ~

Skyfalls beckon black

where once sail’d the weepers,

those which first left the leaves

byway of space breath;

hail’d air the sum

of toss’d seed upon that breeze,

Immaculate

Wayward parachutes

surpass’d the bygones

when rain’d a tale-spun

worldwind

beyond the reach

of wordly depiction -

Ado to ‘Indescribable’

a stoker of fear in matters

and rather timid inof

unfolding therein the crease,

Indefiniton:

Call’d forth

for all its syntaxes,

lest quantom leagues

of Most High

and gallant galaxies

abide.