So big on the mud
We lick numb animals above the tomb
Beware! The demon is over
Quite dazzling below the water
We meet transparent ghouls against the ground
Intense! The thought never ends
I am dream-like above the sky
We spread dull snares beneath the towers
Alass! The night has vanished
trusting restless
on the edge of the world
a backward glance
At how many harbours
the foreigner
forget to go home
and miss his turning
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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.
