A Further Perturbation

So far gone and going yet. Not the unheard-of occurrence at first blush obscured by a cloud of recalcitrant data-points or the dubious utopia of a certain radiance without consequence but the ambiguous testimony that an unknowing concern for disclosure indicates. If that were to be implicit in the subjunctive light of some enchanted summit beyond the realm of elements. 

Tonal Syntax

Sentimental bacchanals beneath an effusive moon, bejewelled foliage frantic with anticipation, gathering madness in the shadows. The jar is adored and anointed with vowels. Oasis of infinitesimals within this agitated state of late. There are, of course, no actual infinitesimals. The plane of simultaneity is mainly deranged. Starlight is almost sentient. 

Interlinear Decoherence

It goes on all the time. The continuous dream-reel un-realing. By whatever means screened . . . imperturbable surface of mirrors or ritual bowls of blue vapour . . . eyes shut softly weeping machinic unconscious. Not yet the epiphytic argument of ambiguous intent but approaching post-apocalyptic dispensation. The wholly modal scroll unscrolled.