#poem #life
The clap from cabaret.
The voice from minaret.
The echo unheard unheeded.
The walking dead, fondue in sineret.
Pliath in the minds, forgetting
The moon the nebula, serene signs
Your existence, imagination’s plights.
Numbers in loathsome sweltering,
Words combined, bandwagon assigned.
Still cannot prove the point.
Rebellious like partisan, working in unison,
With all the combinations and permutations
and gerrymandering manifestations, but,
Its like rhinestones missing pearlescent shine,
A tacit, missing fundamental chime.
A fallacy coated showing bogus Valérie
But still, alas, missing fundamental points.
The clap from cabaret, or
The heralds from minerets.
The echo, unheard unheeded.
The walking dead, fondue in sineret.
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