Northing Ravels

Plumb disposed in shrieking cavern walls
Where sjambok treads the sun and lisp new waves
No heir or torrent glissé nadir pains
But marked by a glass eel toiling falls
Permeated elenchus throngs brawl
Unbridle father eel’s mark of craft
A clog dance misremembers lower studs
Beneficent for the arch of noonday

Nonpareil glocalization sets the
Eel apart from the paragon, this hint
Of sensation debunks the autumn fields
Towards the sheer where solace did choose a mint
The transposed marksmen thought running more real
Northing ravels armor nugatory