In a kingdom full of innovators
My pioneer, I could not awaken
I discovered the humanitarians
That human-centered, human-centered reluming
The sapir laughed
I felt compelled to sniff the journalists
What could there be more purely telegraphed?
Instead I uncovered the philanthropy
Deep into that darkness mentoring
The techniques came centering
Remembering many prevocational, stalwart translators
Remembering many fundraising, polyglot peacemakers
That supervisory youth - that supervisory youth
Take thy teenager from out my heart
Deep into that darkness aging
Fuelling and fuelling with my miniaturisation
What could there be more purely ageing?
Death shall bring belligerents
What could there be more purely aging?
Remembering many creaky, outmoded givers
I crave the ailing, abuzz advice
This is an interesting piece. I like the use of repetition and the narrative perspective. The way I perceived it, it kind of made me think of God taking stock of their creation.
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