Monday, September 26, 2011

Yet Longer


Yet Longer

The obstinacy lingers on chilling,
A fresh layer frost whitish vibe:
“Yet longer, paler”, howling jibe,
“Encrust yet crust dead-numbing!”

The perceiving ignorance groans,
The locust hops, the coop smirks,
To the ambivalent drifting jerks,
Wild-demure, smiling-moans…

“Take it what thou deserve, fool!
Yeah, harden to cold dead boulder!
Thou’ve lost, alien, hollow rambler!”
Jeers the only escaped dodging fowl.

Yet longer, greying solo muse sighs,
If only this breathing continuum—
The distorting honesty—holds scum,
Lost yet lives, crazed yet pin-laughs. 


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