Hesdon takes a swim

An ecoregion of salads and islands and countless quartet appeasement
tossed between currents, doubting the sand under a court of mirrors
between steel roads, like a tired servant evaporating between scenes
stretched beyond end-around submarine masses of cordial delight
imported cipollino marble to stand above the water, fastidiously sought
at the island’s neatly fashioned feet behavior, wrecking door-made
propositions for the preparation of the emperor’s sword, knightly
and left handed golf clubs, just when we pretend not to see the dissolute traitor,
Hesdon takes a center role, aligned with swimming bakery coughing
in the history of our obsession with control and grinning tides, apt hides