Strangely numb above the towers
I dream of glowing wraiths among the flock
Zounds! The twilight is hard
Strangely glittering over the clouds
You find red goats beyond the sky
We Reach! The King has gone
I am angry about the mist
We see dream-like bugs beside the wind
Heavy! The end is hard
open-eyed defiant
at a crossroads
nothing to lose
Where in the end
the guest
chase his dream
trying to remember
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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.
