An obscure flux

by on May 18, 2019 :: 0 comments

Frivolous details
Of the regal run,
Unusual and uncommon,
An aesthetic errand
lead.

Fertile nation
Of an ingenious thought.
Gathering brainsick,
In a garret to speak:

Kinda fashion,
Outdated and erroneous,
Waiting fickle found.
Doing here and there
Restless and eager,
To be something, be new:

Milking madness,
Tip twirling aloud.
Voice unheard to sing,
The gong, inspiration:
Ring the bell.

Melody
Echoes pleasant,
Whose ears are keen
And eyes hungry,
To chew the cud.
Here the aesthetic,
Generates the obscure
Flux.

editors note:

Well, melt my bell and call me common; ding ding ding ding ding. – mh clay

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