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Dragon? what dragon?
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It was tough to focus
In the cloudy weather-
Thick condensation
Infused with potent drugs.
The sun shone sallow
Upon thrashing fields
Brown and decayed,
Rustling like nail-scratch
Of a drawn out lecture
On teacher's chalkboard.
And the dragon soared
Beyond confused canvas
Of a rancid pearly hue.
When it breaks through
With deafening roar,
Unleashing from its mouth
Magic floods instead
Of fairytale firestorms,
Everything is erased
Into a resurrection of grace
Again until the end of days!
Sometimes the tendrils of
Sometimes the tendrils of smoke undulate and float as oriental dragons slithering in the air. At ohter times the smoke is somewhat a signification that dragons are close by. But what dragons, indeed!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
You really had me tripping
You really had me tripping here:
"Unleashing from its mouth
Magic floods instead
Of fairytale firestorms"
Although my feet are firmly planted on the ground in my clean and sober life, I had a blast wrapping my head around your dazzling, free-flowing, innovative flight.
The word "again" juxtaposed will eternal references was a brilliant choice.
Nice tour of your psyche.