The Oracle at Delphi (or What does this point mean?)

The speaker of the poem becomes less mature; a collage of mixed up phrases and thoughts jammed into the lines, for a distant approach to deludere, deludente, delusio, etc. translation disappoint

 

Delphi, oracle.  What I see is analysis. You could have told me the truth. I was analyzing overly.
Enforcer, how long to do this? The reason I can’t see the truth is an erroneous search for utopia.
Learning.  As long as I am learning?  Diviner, I will to catch your drift.   The truth is learning.
Unfounded conjectures rudely foray, but there is a way with will and a will with way.
Diplomacy of living rooms, the window does not touch the floor, the door is closed, the heater
Emphasizes the bitterness of winter; the foreshadowing, this magic.  I try not to disappoint myself,
Repair to the foreground.  Knock about the stage.  How do I write more triolets, and how many?
Emphasizing the fantastic of lizards, could they really be fed much more and so become giants?

Delphi, I’ll not play twenty questions.  She said “none of my girls are shrinking violets…”
Expectantly, Poirot puts the question to us, “Was it suicide or was it murder?” His accents
Locates him.  Picking up bits about Professor Willoughby and the Ravenscroft, then
Upstream there is a bench under a willow where the lovers will engrave their names in a tree.
Settlements seem more profitable for someone, a turning of foundations, a dusting, a sweep
Of underneath the houses.  Poirot’s accent covers up the real matters, making the matters

Disappointingly overly classically dramatic…(it’s a rough sketch not meant to be seen beyond today.)
Eludes her, the Greek Chorus, eludes the Oracle of Delphi, a queen of something for to take a selfie.
Let’s ask each other amongst ourselves this.  Why is the long lost cousin French Canadian and a murderer? 
Undeniably the answer is, England is closer to France, so all the reprobates must be from Canadia.
Delphi, the oracle, let me ask you this?  How long can a person experience bliss?  No, no, not that, that
Evades the matter.  Why, for instance, does a reindeer rose such a clatter?  No, no I can’t be daughter of the
Nutty hatter.  I was following a March Hare too, we all got to.  Once I come up with the question, it will be
Thrilling.  I promise.  I cannot promise, my word is not my bond; but if God wills it what he wills, I’ll witness
Envoys like envelopes, and bathtubs like a pond, the set up is a set up for our dear Amelia Pond.  The overall

Disappointment is arrived at through faulty composition, for surely it is an unlovely set of morals.
Everyone come here for tea.  I’ve given up the ghost house and my previous intention.  I had another question.
Lemons the Doctor of Doc Martin ordered, some remedy or other.  Now I’m just trying to fill up the page.
Usually, that’s not advisable why?  Too messy.  Not neat.  I have to wash my feet.  I didn’t go to the gym.
So when, when, and when?  When should I get up from this chair?  What is the rush?  Russia?  Prussia?  Wush wush wush
I’m sorry.  My frustration comes from too much food.  Always I feel I could have eaten less.  I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, call me
Of late in a thousand leave one short note.  Today is the hour.  I must wait until the end of the page before I begin again…
Now this is a rough rough rough draft.  I hope you realize it needs to be revised.  Of course I know I know you know that 2.
(Ellingham, Doctor Ellingham, he prefers that to Martin.) So I’ve got to move from this chair to crumple up this sheet.