Euphoric shell

There is a sparrow squeaking on window pane          
sun clayed silky by clouds,          
a leaf lost in spring          
for the night bloated into         
white lillies groan blank outside church garden          
wrinkled city crashes through grey traffic jams          
sublte sea drowses fragnance of mystic waves          
luring fountains across my softest ear          
swift morning song slides like          
snakes creeping insane feeble drying monument          
spirit a gentle beast in thousand stalking          
shawdows of satan's solemn hold babbling          
curses        
for summer is scorching pearl        
rediscovered from sunny        
shell's moon    
blinding autumn's morrow.