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Click hereUnseemly wisps of tendril thoughts,
creeping in and sliding
slithering trails.
wafted ways, blown away caskets.
Open the earth, find dankness
cold, crumbly damp clay
Rock hard, isn't it?
Trills of shrill laughter,
what lies simmering
and what bequeaths the turn
Make thee
Mine
staple to the walls
Trophies? Nay prizes
Take and display,
how many will abjure
and how many acquiesce,
Will they all be
as one and one for many
Slowly slipping
into quiescence
shallow breaths
As he usually does,
the author builds his work with similar sounds
and a soupcon of uncommon or archaic words.
If you like the style you should enjoy the poem.