Dark and dark below the spirits
We taste musty keys within the sea
Crazy! The twilight will die
Quite sinning among the clouds
I violate humming disasters behind the air
Alass, Alack! The Knave gets weird
I am happy behind the grave
We extort scary diamonds above the sky
Damn! The insanity will vanish
shifting fighting back
saying goodbye
an old passport
At how many harbours
the lover
lose his way
unable to stop
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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.
