Saturnine Fury Adumbrated the Aestival Castellations of Iberia

Saturnine fury adumbrated
The aestival castellations of Iberia...
At five milliard parallax seconds,
Gravitational lensing affords marcid glimpses
Fathoming the profundity of receding aeons;

It is an eerie feeling to countenance
The occamy of sentiment I have been absconding
Beneath the glazing of my eyes.
Contiguity of thought engendered
A catoptic experience akin to what now I see,
The morbid somnolence of romantic titillation
Disengagement from temporal geometry shall soon flow...
Will I then remember why
Saturnine fury adumbrated
The aestival constellations of Iberia...?