The Adjective Objective

Oh, adjective,
your pretty shades,
though resistant to fading,
have bled my noun
into oblivion.

What once stood tall —
a house turned mausoleum,
passive in the haze of ornament —
leans into the wind
with creak and clatter.

Nothing is so profound
an adjective will not alter it.
Careful now, use two
and the comma
fights for dominance.

Precision is what matters.
The measure of the merit
is like winter mercury;
“cold” hardly suits
in the midst of this gelidity.

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