Voluminocity

Syllabus and incubus stalk me in the night, frighten me with contempt and redemption lost in the aftershocks and box me into oblivion and screech with fashionable retractable pygmalion glances into salient specks of wisdom and scarred freedom widely praised, marbled symmetry glazed over into repetition, contemplation of potential and knowledge of choices lost, strike me with abandoned name and voices crossed, sad phonetic variation misplaced with silent contemplation and rain-blue velvet, savanna popularity mixed with ether expectations, guided by generations of star-driven souls listening to the pendulum swing and ring to fill the void, phoenix decisions alter counted remissions and velocity of stated artifacts shining all too soon in the stark calamity that is the moon.