Saturnine fury adumbrated
The aestival castellations of Iberia...
At five milliard parallax seconds,
Gravitational lensing affords marcid glimpses
Fathoming the profundity of receding aeons;

It is an eerie feeling to countenance
The occamy of sentiment I have been absconding
Beneath the glazing of my eyes.
Contiguity of thought engendered
A catoptic experience akin to what now I see,
The morbid somnolence of romantic titillation
Disengagement from temporal geometry shall soon flow...
Will I then remember why
Saturnine fury adumbrated
The aestival constellations of Iberia...?