Dark and evil beside the trees
We dispel entrancing whorls against the tomb
Be luminous. The inspiration is fleeing
Totally grotesque beside the light
We taste invisible fragments about the light
Awaken! The stink never ends
Sinful and sinning behind the air
I squeeze misty knives before the tomb
Whoa! The evil will die
wary unseeing
not understanding
a ticking clock
In how many places
the traveller
unlearn his past
and find road-signs
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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.
