Welcome to Cerulean Nocturne, an experimental poetry blog. You will find manual writings of invented language here. Delve in and undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty seventeen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.

April 19, 2005

ANDER D'CAGIN WINSE







a slaring wont shewed inundate
sussed wary amotive cyched
gates often bledstrewn outer
periwinks from heatstrokes,
inasmuch everytang clearlies
overthwisperin rustlfuries





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