Flux. 2 Many Things Of Clay.
Day Without Joy, Night Of No Love.
Above, Is A Lie. Below, Just The Same.
The Game Of Eternal Immaculate Fame.
Blame: Blaming Is Incredible.
Infallible Physical Structures.
Tenures Of The Reapers That Desperately Work The Times.
Griots & Rhymes.
Dimes Spewing Freely: A Most Imaginative Waterfall.
Call Out, Sincerely: The Many Mermaids Of Mermaiden Will Hear Your Heart.
Art Is A Trap.
Dap Transforms As The Good Ol' 'Hood Changes.
Strangers Of The Night Seek The Enchanted Churches. Why?
Bye. May All Fare Well & Remain Devoid Of Dismay.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: September 11th, 2023 05:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: What Else Y'all Got 2 Say? LOL
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 3
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