A Midnight Drear

The scribe ascribble
in his scribularium
Within the false-walled sanctum,
pitches his considered otiosity.
Before him the spiritus rector paces
the well-worn floor,
Dictating the precise dimensions
of their mutual columburyem.
Squared and plumbed
the edifice descends.
The lector peruses
for sense and scansion,
Shrugs, and de profundis,
offers up his profanitas:

Erasures are not permitted.
All errata stands.

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