absurdity (playing with the sounds of vowels)

no one ever doubted my love
i crowded above
the notion that spinning somewhere away
beyond the terminal aspect of the lost moments that we never shared
and despair the thousand cries at noon and dark mid-after-loom over me like a shadow
for the sun eclipsed by baffoons
in purple aspect (very) quite ever so ordinary
blow through the silence
of the moments
we never saw
and the faces of the
tender starcrossed jet-lagged
tragedy
upon shakespeare's emotive twist and the feeling
listless and abject in culture
the crying vulture
beyond the dead chasm
that finds me writing
absurdity and clutching my transmission,
five speed to see the stawberry stare and the ever molding
memory of sea.