T’is Verse

Rustic rhythm dripping strife,
smogged syllables spilling crime,
hyper sensitive inarmota
inveilgling the hood, stampede stance.
Locks of humorous acts
in confetti,
hose of succulent art
transferring.

Rhythm spilling
syllables
confetti dripping
inaudibles.
by and by, metamorphoses,
and then,
the hose slackened.

Unbridled flow,
tuned to a stream,
waves weaned grow,
flood with opened lips.
Insatiable.

Ill-natured steels,
assembled.
crumbling entourage,
bereaved past drew.

Then a sprout,
lofty dwarf.
A note unworthy of mouth,
fs octaves, ill-valued parts.

Echoed by steels,
casualties.
Then clamor,
corrections splendor.

Now, an obstruction!
By-product of confusion.
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Published by Zuxiān

A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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