Flashes,echoes that you seem to evocate,
Impressions that you now tend to culminate,
Weak and mawkish you consider and allegate,
That Leads to distortion and let me suffocate.
Reflection,you are that ensue sort of rumours,
Encoded with caches that you now murmur,
Manifesto you are worth giving mild tremors,
To get rid of your nuisance is what I now endeavour.
Dawn of euphoria you are supposed to initiate,
Contradictions in turn you mean and not legitimate,
Resemblance of separation that you have turned to,
Avoiding the fact that you should be the most intimate.