Abstract Poetry, in Annoyance.
I am still here, I will be,
Tell me the turn, why it will be,
The tag is black, and tracking by lee,
Resulting retour, router is this..
The colourful creamy cubes of cheese,
I like to do and mystic field,
The delta’s of A constellation C.
I cannot bear to sell
a vapid story twice.
As idle hands now betrayed
move not by the horrors ringing from cathedral bells,
nor to heed the rising of the evening tide.
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