Chanting the hymns in turmoil,
raising tumultuous pitches allied for toil;
the shuffle of the amplitudes,
slithering through latitudes;
with chords slipping into mystical eccentricity,
and symphony lured by ephemeral eternity;
You take me to the attics of your notes,
that gushes verses out of the slots;
my limbs flicker with transcending melody,
as you wrap me around the pages of rhapsody;
I hold onto the chapter,
with auricles of rhythm, infusing ardour;
You sow the lilies,
lurking behind the epilogue, frowning over my heel of Achilles's;
You snuggle through the waltz of the gloom,
syncing with the jangles of my breath that lay tranquilized in the doom!

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