Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
We’re all here,
Like strangers in the sun.
It’s time to run.
Hypnotic is the storm
That rages within.
Clouded with the haze
oF days in the daze
Gone by and by and by.
Rolling streams of waves
Penetrate the stem
That plants itself deep
In the marvelous mind.
I am not at all blind,
Nor am I left behind
The blockade of insanity.
Standing in death sublime,
The overload maximum,
There’s no need to rhyme.
Reason is within the grasp
Of a poisonous asp.
“Ouch!”
I scream with rasp!
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Contradictions no need to rhyme in rhyme a fun read that gives pause to thought as well
Indeed. It's awesome you noticed that! Thank you so much! I am glad it resonated with you!
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