intonation and chant

How about 80 words, 550 characters...

A room setting poem of sorts to open up Mailer #1 letter from the editor...

All i am ever trying to do is convince the following to accept that there is no form to High Wizard, no discernible pattern, let it wash over you

Arrange these symbols signs and insignia as you see fit, burning chromes, hazy volumes, gestures and smoke signals in the sky. It is all at once, nothing....

trialectic kinoform sound synchrony was at one time
well established as foundational to young mage pedagogy
without it, how else could magic effectivities sublime,
arrange three scales by connected line, keras, atom, mentas - three *
which bind dimensions, otherwise residing apart *
as warp, wuft, wrift, sculpted in simultaneity, *
wrought star sound, wind shine, entreating sea,
to a wave of art-formed nothing to shape surreality.

now this art, descended so far from their hands *
rides rough and untamed through reshaped lands *
great wizards who held the forms so long,
in heavy tomes, fractal prism, chanted song
have left this waste realm of unrepentant change
they packed, then portalled, up-quarked from this stage.

mountain maws breathing metal life, take form of man and beast,
titanium giant, copper snake, iron and silver wolves ready to feed
seas of steam and ice too breed, monsters wading ashore to join the feast
nimble man weaving shattered magi-tech into sword and bow
arm acid battery mines under fresh trapezoidal green snow

BOOM!! trap shatters wolfpack, they collect each fang and claw
pack them tight with coke, salt sulfur into rounded ball.
crack troops, seconds son, minute men, formed into tight line
level scopes at beach-head, to fight sea hydras one more time.