Monday, November 28, 2016

Your Move

He wrote a poem cloaked in syntax. The facts lack, but the truth is clear.
I do not fear the repercussions of this tale.
If I fail to boil a better brew of ideology, will you follow me?
Breaking the law and reaping its harvest, the continuous flow continues
on into the next line...
Will you find that this is prose?
Who knows what is what.
Is a dream fact or fiction?
My addiction makes me wonder. So i plunder your mind.
One more time, will you fail to realize?
The surprise is supreme. It means a bit more of what you think.
So think. 
It's your move.

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