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Sirens

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By R.M. KammPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Do you…

Expect me to dance?

Jump, skip, hooray?

Well, watch it, little lady, as I just might, and in so doing,

Say forever my goodnight.

Life in gorges,

Usurping the surge.

Dirges for languorous cantankerousness,

Yet, in the valley of peace,

I watch giants become the sulfur of a matchhead light.

Charge of the temperamental brigade!

Floating in sudsy space,

Whipping dead horse’s straw mistakes,

Towards the beacon of longing,

Diaphanous traits sculpted by the god-queen exclusive.

Steady the sins and paroles.

Welcome the dawning of new high moon,

And the half-cut face of her preeminence...

Esse.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

R.M. Kamm

A confused sea-bearing cartographer.

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