Playing around with dactyls, trochees and freeform candences.
Through the falling mists of the mind
one last flicker of a hand waving to me
A hesitation between a sky and a painted
ceiling above my head
I keep seeing the clouds
long after I'm awake...
[Another one in the same beat structure]
I fell in love with cursing and now my father
has climbed up a tree in the sea
I didn't know that a tsunami would be the
result of all that magicking
I am swimming around
washed away in the flood...
Augh, I am bored.
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