Tanka XX

*Tanka XX*

A blade in rage’s glade
swayed through trail tactic tunes grazed,
across pain’s grotto –
la-de-da lures foiled folio,
savoring numb nation’s wail.
     ’20:09:07:11:35

Note: of numb nation.

Published by Zuxiān

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

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