Above Carnelians Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

just below peridots
some huddled, perambuless,
in the inkier crevices,
counting rhapsodesials....
as
the ball of wax descended.
a few onyxtensions held on, wavering,
shall we?
shall we knot?
in front of the parsifallen...and the premonitiatory?
why is it so ruminacious a thing?
or not a thing....
itself a strawnly grebe..an oriolet....or
a marmot
in a mask, lulled and lambent
for nearabouts a quarter of an hourhand.....give or take a hookapuff.....