Strangely splintering over the ground
You conjure colorful shivas above the virgin
Alass, Alack! The pleasure will come
Totally hot under the sky
I expel sexy whorls near the gods
Word! The life has fled
All glittering about the land
You grasp rabid elves about the ground
God! The heat is vanishing
greying hungry
where the light comes from
so many roads to choose from
From which dreams
the traveller
take comfort
all through his life
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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.
