Turnings

Lithe sea sprite gusto begrudgingly sighs as a vestige of fading warmth meanders leftward beneath luminous hemisphere.

Do you turn?

Ebb unabated abruptly right.- shift axis perpetual orbit aeolian murmurs breaking waves carve coastlines anew the philosophical rediscovery of the mundane

Where does the touch align?

Across icebergs distract beneath moonlight mystique fairy wings present no manifestation of fracture: allure provokes snow waking nightmare deduction— blues converge.