Harbinger

Time inefficient
Reads regularly
at intervaled moments
Totality engulfing the seas
and reckoning yells
often perpetuated
by the wells
Reading

Meadowless fleet
Wrapped about in rapt perception
Towardinating the origins
onto trusses and bushels
The orbs are dropped
Fallen out of basket weavers’
hands.
Today is the manipulation
Today the soldiers are soiling their toil

Trepidation is rampant now
that the streets have torn open.
Tomorrow is no longer a mystery
there’s a boiling underground,
the soil is foul and
our meteors shower.
Today I have none left,
not less than the rest.
Now I knew this
or know this
did see this
or sow this…

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