All mournful against the gods
We feel green elves about the shadows
Tighten up your wig! The twilight has died
Strangely blue in the water
We violate entrancing ghosts below the fire
Oh God! The vision is dying
Evil and dazzling on the flock
We violate entrancing virgins beneath the earth
Damn! The passion keeps going
trusting unsafe
over the horizon
an unreliable map
In whose heart
the other
stop for a while
in the late light
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Incoherent Poetry
PoetryPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
