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Click hereDark ages, long stages
Watch her walk, sway to her beat
Do the dogs come sniffing,
are the hounds baying?
Hooves pounding, senses reeling
Came home again and romped away
Does she hold the new Ones ,
did He take her old think
Think? things
Yes Maybe
Circles of latitude,
twirling and swirling in loop sand bounds
Keep My head Up
and take a bow as many start clamouring
the bills and the beaks ,
those raucous voices filling the night skies
Move mountains, in My dreams
leap small toadstools in the afternoon,
lassitude and stupor ,
both call to me ,
in their arms do I find surcease
What , you exclaim,
surfeit, a round rolling ball
Gathers so much moss
a snowballs chances of survival
What claims did you make,
she ran and sweated
I love the smell
That sheen, that patina,
Those eyes blazing
She is Mine and I claimed her
Do the Gods know?
They should ,
They told Me to
And then They acquiesced
I loved the wordplay, but think I missed the message. To read it aloud is a joy.
jim :)
Often you hit the nail on the head, but sometimes you miss and put a hole in the wall - leaving nothing but exceptionally florid language.