This Year

The Winter is long in coming this year
while the cold war was never older
than the id what formed the hand of Man
opposable marvels never failing to grasp at air,
It was time to take the time to perfect something
The Big Something that was always wrong before
The Next Divine Rule,
Worthless Bonds and Gags, Supreme Knowers name throwers
Parades of false pretexts and hoods mouthing Peace, out for Blood,
Dust forever settles, and Nothing is Clear
Only,
The Winter is long in coming this year. . .




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-07-13 at 21:00

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