sanguine brambles litter spiny mollusks
sleeping placidly amidst serendipitous legumes
while intrepid vagaries linger in the wings

tomfoolery you say
naught but vanity
open the windows
and let out the air

throbbing alleles erupt in fiery ellipses
spewing intangible adjectives into the ether
ignorant of the salutary quislings on either side

naught but vanity
open the windows
and let out the fools
whatever you say

torpid seals frolic in the languid mist
multi-layered appendages notwithstanding
surreptitiously amending doomed constabularies

open the windows
fool the air
let out the vanity
so naught remains

fragrant hillsides dance with crepuscular magpies
as diaphanous curtains of silvery dewfall
glitter in the ebullient moonlight

let out the air
tomfoolery is naught
open the windows
all is vanity