Weird and glittering against the clouds
We swallow lustful dreams over the earth
Awake! The Knave is no more
All heavy against the gods
I find bright women in the air
Be watchful. The lust never ends
I am heavy under the clouds
I draw damp impressions over the clouds
Damn! The devil is gone
darkening hopeful
walking out of the world
nothing to lose
After how many voyages
the lover
look for landmarks
while the snow fell
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Incoherent Poetry
PoeziePoetry 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.
