In keeping with the recent spew of writing short poems in short periods of time, this post. I realize that that was not exactly a common or correct construction. However, I don't particularly care. In conclusion, here I go again (on my own).
Tripped on lines
the fast thinking thuds
and stumbles over its
overwheeling feet
and falls to simple
slushing stuttered stop
Wherein we stay
Stagnant
The empty pond gathers
its soiled serpents
its falling flies
its dark clouds and muck-moss
Pardoned and lost
Absent times go forward
and earth fills slowly
those gaps which cannot run
to clean sea
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