A battery away from awakening
this plasticine fidelity
Renders this all null and void
That boy left quite some time ago-
Why is there black snow?
and where did all the white go?
I think I might know
Open the manhole to a vast expanse
So bright initially
but superficially
hide the light and chance
that the frightened mind's eye might
Glimpse some shred of intent
That maybe this world conspires events
to take off the overcoat of expense
and sense-
that perhaps we will never ever control our weather
our greatest endeavor is controlling words.
its unheard of to resolve
meaning from absurd
but surely the common cur
can make words sounds nice
heres some advice:
Read things twice
For you might realize
That I'm just the cur
and it might occur
that this whole poem is really unsure
of being just a blur
of spectacular
words
A showcase of vernacular takes flight
Like a bird
But this ain't about shit.
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