Every Sentence Runs Out (Draft ?)

Every Sentence Runs Out (Ut oh Draft ? Posted once and I don’t see it. Hope this is not a duplicate. Oh glitch, oh sorrow, oh redundancy)

Sentences, gracefully elaborated, embellished
with the sounds of glorious triumph,

with cacophonous instruments of
drunken loquacious musicians strung out
on their heart strings,

these birds and cats
playing around with joyful noise who are mine,

these sentences gracefully making every trill a wave to glory, oceanic,
are not runaways, being ensconced in dreams, and

pray tell, if I may continue,
the words of the angels
are infinite and concise like
love that sings forever charming and
as elaborate as is a sentence to joy,

many times re-phrased, re-claused
like a Santa Clause whose mythology endures
way beyond his run away sleigh, bells
of grace reverberating with every sentence pronounced
by judges and supplicants
gracefully joined in symphony, in
sympathy, in empathy, and joined on every path
to any pathy even daffy, because
the complex can be simply wonderful
like you all who indulge
the marathon run into oblivion
with a billion words and
who pause to hear my running word.

— Douglas Gilbert