The Reflexes

One dime, two aspects

 One is you, other elects

 The sapient, as sword

 Poly philosopher lord

 Drifting space, hymned

 Across beginning to end

 Windows without doors

 Wounds without wooers

 The origin of enervation

 The closing of prevarication

 A painter to the glass

 Nimbus from the sky falls

 The umpteen corners

 Wilder baptized to donors

 Designed on the grass

 A zing with zinnia lass

 A thinning on thinking

 On pale water blinking

 The dark shine to feet

 Through you to discreet

 The inoffensive light

 Parricide of the night

 And there above sable

 Without you walking unable

 The avenue of impatience

 Clutching the peculiar lessons

 The darkened young sneaker

 The liquor poured as deeper

 The colored goes for black

 Incision of much with lack

 Under the petals of flower

 Sustained by staring power

 Burned, invisible and dim

 The soul devoutly to grim

 As the bees along the wall

 The hairy helices look small

 A passing epicene creature

 A staminate and a posture

 Hamsters under the legs

 As stirrer shifts on the backs

 A hellish body without blood

 As dense clouds without flood

 The controversial, infiltration

 The gold with silver implication

 The threaded carpet for you

 In uncanny cold to sole rescue

 The closed eyes face and leaned

 An always sleeper on the wind

 The mortals with the immortals

 A silence in the noise of portals

 So composed but imperfection

 As the life without summation

 The tint of autumn in laughter

 And the pint of milk in water

 Deep underground sight sound

 As evening is back of the dawn

 The fainted past with current

 The dried desert in the torrent