Week 17 Poetry Cypher: Shape Shifter
 

Finished with your poem for this week and bored? Eager to write?

Write to this...


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Peacock wings stretching its feathers
Like death sipping wind
Cold seeding ruin, cole riddled diamonds
Soul dwindled silence

The dusty nomenclature of death inspires my nostril fibers for the evening. Carthage in ruins, as per usual. The jettisoning cave troll spittle colliding with the sand holes. Gnat king gnoll. Rat king gold under a sapling's doge.

Blessed be the merriment minded
who gain access to the happiness library
and check out the most macabre editions
of gothic dictionaries and encyclopedias
Drawing parallels - between Francis Bacon
and particle physics
which I still don't grasp
and will continue not to
because I don't like math