In Fancy Flee to Faery Lands

[tectak]

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Let me repose, an ass in the embrace of Titania,
and be doted upon in royal fashion by Buttercup,
Thyme, Rosemary, and Jimsonweed; attend to me This is a fine and undulating sentence and you are not required to count conjunctions UNTIL you use this unrequired semi colon...then you double the sentence length and so become andy. Period after Jimsonweed.
so that I with the Queen, and from her hand sup,
may join the procession of the Tuatha Dé Danann. ...though the Irishness is ubiquitous we are coursing about a bit...I appreciate your depth but worry about the profundity...sorry, I've gone all french
Then I will bray and walk the road of the silver moon, Wonderful interpretive imagery...the bard's thoughts made reality in a dream...assuming we are back in midsummer Very fine for fun
for I am weary of this mundane life of decimals and dots,
and would gladly cross the bridge to Brigadoon. Though that may not solve your problem..be careful what you say you wish for. The decimals and dots is idiosyncratic...even for you.
Do you not in your secret heart desire these things,
even while in your haughtiness you laugh at me,
making accusations of a muddled and unhinged mind,
still coveting all the while, these wild imaginings? The "you" here is injected in to a body already comatose...you surely are not involving the reader?

Is this not the import, assigned to fancies of the mind;
to transport the world weary on to Avalon,
over to those worlds of grace that we do seek must is better than do
when weary from our worries we would be gone?
Do we not in fancy flee to faery lands,
through the imagination of an other's hand, Legerdemain? This is not working for me. Help.
to magical Persian castles ‘cross golden sand,
escaping tasteless lives, long gone bland?
Do you refute my claim that you are like the rest,
and had you one part of my imagining mind,
you’d not stay at home, eyelids and curtains drawn,
creating phantasms galore, and leaving the world behind? Yes to this. You never stopped flying. I am not being kind. Perfect touchdown. Gooder than I could do...and if that ain't a word it should be.

–Erthona
©2011
This is fun?
Best,
tectak


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