"Midnight's memorandum" [boomerang triptych]

The best the poets could say   was "I cannot say"
yet they strove anyway   to define the precise unsayable
so they faded into a gloam   as does the day
ah isn't the dusk   a thing that's quite undayable?
should fringe of the afternoon   remain unfrayable
won't silhouettes of the trees   incline to sway?
what if midnight's memorandum   seems okayable?
the best the poets can say   is "I cannot say"

The best the poets could say   was "I cannot say"
the miasma of the morning   proved alayable
when we wandered into the foyer   what was the play?
why assume the wisest sayings   always are nayable?
for every joust or feint   that's half replayable
there's a babble rabbling   prepared to shout "touché!"
but maugre its waves   the main remains long-stayable
the best the poets can say   is "I cannot say"

The best the poets could say   was "I cannot say"
the bill   albeit exorbitant   became playable
if the jungle's fierce predations   prod the prey
was the Voyage of the Beagle   not pureeable?
well be as that may   the grins are often "hey-hey!"able?
did the grimace portend   a grouse that wanted to stay?
when at last the awning-with-owls   was twilight-arrayable
the best the poets could say   was "I cannot say"



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This expands on the original (more modest) quatrain, Puriya Kalyan