Synthesis
Our matrix is real.
The magic is not here anymore.
Everything has been redefined.
No more curious analysis.
Where is General Stubblebine?
What an autumnal hour has fallen on us.
Use our pitch and pace to finish the day out.
Misery doesn’t yet have enough company.
Bring them down, down to our level.
A finely crafted self righteous credo with looming and mounting evidence.
What bravado they display!
Participation in the now illustrious glamour of dense and rigorous conveniences.
Laid with snares, pregnant with dooms arrival and coincidence.
Decimation with of high caliber and swindled across fields of valiant discoveries. A ripe transition of valiant displays.
Through the looking glass gaze, for you all took amaze, with mine overtaxed, and an intense brigade reel heavy, total potential for my certain funeral pier.
Reckoned and beckoned liquidation of a power that corrupts completely……absolutely.
Lives inside all, including me.
About this poem
A lot of stuff I write is a big mash up of a lot of things that are somewhat related to one another and nothing to do with anything. This one feels like a nuisance esoteric description of the times were living in but I'm not for certain.
Written on January 14, 2023
Submitted by stovallshome on January 23, 2023
Modified on March 14, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCDEDFEGHIJHKLMM |
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 956 |
Words | 163 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 17 |
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