Thalatta's Screech Poem by Marx Lenn Mendoza

I tried and imitidated a notion for destiny
And god's for everyone and not predestinated
The remnant struggle of reclaiming past
Is beyond and chimerically apprehended

I veiled and gaze travesties of maturation
Were diminutive and sinistrally hasten
My lapses apprised to reckon settlement
But the dwelling lacks and dent

Draw from unascertained impede of emotion
And call forth us back, forager for palliation
Ascending and be vehement is our desire
To a copious ensued of vivacity

An alley in some way for a few
Involving my strained obstinancy
A trite that cozenage ineffable forlorness
An aspect that descents to contemplation

The sanguinity levitates to a novel
And the equivocal deck had to flounce
And discern my will to an impedimental bid
Oh! Thallassa! Conquer our quagmires!