
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.
About the Creator
R.M. Kamm
A confused sea-bearing cartographer.


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