Moaning Mirror

there was a tale told
which wanky water wrote
callous contractions crumbled
trailing taunted throb, gaunt grumble

eerie syllables dripping dances
impi imagination hoisting advances
pluming porously punctured perception
felon future featuring fusion

he was the thrilled theme
trained by ferocious tendencies’ flea
salient sucks, moaning myth’s might
wishing lame time would hog furious flight

make your endeavors the mirror
at least a rusty reference to tortures.
’20:05:18:16:46

Note: Of moaning mirror.

Published by Zuxiān

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