Friday, January 03, 2025

Waste man dem - more of dat

Rested in detritus The silver greyed with a patina Gathered mud in the exodus Another wire snapped together


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The filaments of Phiminitto’s fur bristled

If often did in weather like this

The wind that does not touch whistled

Phiminitto continued to exist.


When Angelina turned to the Yamaha

She entreatied Icarus to raise his baritone

But he would only stand gaping in awe

As the monochrome keys consumed them as one.

Melded in the cascade of sound
The hall thought as rivers do

One mass beneath a stream all bound
Each knowing where all going to.

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