A yellowish yellow, however hard it tries,
Will always be reddish.
Yellowish yellow.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the yellowish yellow,
Gently it goes - the chromatic, the ruby-red, the red.
All that is south is not longest loch,
longest loch, by all account is north.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the longest loch,
Gently it goes - the northwesterly, the northeast, the northernmost.
A lonely lakeshore, however hard it tries,
Will always be big.
Does the lonely lakeshore make you shiver?
does it?
Why would you think the big basin is fatless?
the big basin is the most fat vessel of all.
Big basin - the true source of whinny.
I saw the the wonderful cap of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the tam.
Now terrific is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the tam is tremendous.
How happy is the secluded, silent sea!
Are you upset by how sequestered it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the silent sea so secret?
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Incoherent (& Generated) Poetry (3)
PoetryPoetry with the aims of potentially sounding coherent (or totally incoherent that it becomes its own form of coherency) via smashing words and concepts together.
