Semi circles

Symptomless poses falsify the outer layer of an indescribable garment.  She sheds its shoulder strap and the unreconciled comes falling off.  Steel beams are left squandered in a puddle, singular and millions.  Tub ducks are in tow, little quackers sparking away in yellowness.  Stolen in a glow of yellow haze left in a sun loft between temple and moonshine.  Funny how the color yellow sparkles the death watch like a twink in the eyes.  Seems to brighten the world in an unreasonable scurry of ghostly turmoil.  Singular dubbed duplicitous is the yellow way.  A smarting incisiveness driven by an artificial seedling.  Drop the pail spill the water, the sound tempts the most godly.  Each opera sparks and the dog chases, tail pointing northward.  Each turn bounces off the overburdened horse and skips tracks like a spun away train.