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 fifteen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.

July 4, 2009

HISSED OR WRECKED TO ME

A fire or wire tutelage about it
Yarent cay palpable nor over standing
from the seat of it, two hordes of
mine grow cranious toward the sibilant.

Fires flurryinup on selfvenerated wings
groan tired offer auldin golem things.
In spur rational excerpt interrupt
somust weclawr wayout, gripping nothing.

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