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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