Reserata Carcerem XVII

time is not a spell – porous plague:
bounty bewitchment squinching crest,
la-de-da odds fostering surge,
drooling dirge heaving lanky lurch

time ain’t perforated portion
ascribed by nocturnal nature:
hankering hectares feigning fields,
swaying swigs, fused figs, sumptuous spree

time outsmarts a tool – meagre mist:
gaunt fashion, gullible mimick,
fleshened forensics, torn tactics
inflected blitzkrieg, damp disc’pline

taunted time is an oxygen
breathe through it or wane without it.
’20:06:10:15:57

Note: of taunted time.

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

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