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efteling

Visual Poem efteling
nomoth
Written by nomoth
Published | Edited 19th Mar 2021
Author's Note
old hooves

so in
this tender opium
old hooves

so in
this tender opium
sickness, I rose up
and in one glorious swoop
I swept my head
into fizzy agitation
and ran for cover
to forests
that bloomed near my room.

I am a wretch
dishevelled
stormy and bristling
with chloroform creation

a time to feel
disgraced
at my education
my background

to be a worm
building castles
where no whimsical parade
of facts and reason
can stop me
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