Theus
Yellow nursery papers burning slow
Summer sky a bowl of pale glass
Information feed turning into snow
Usual reptiles in the grass
Monopoly money in high-rise stacks
Choking horses in leveraged pastures
Inane and uncanny crawled through the cracks
Thoughtless thought thinking to serve two masters
Creating non creation erase
What has been
Never was
Yet again appears
Bodies. Faces.
Making diamonds
Without coal.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-06-14 at 00:42
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