Monday, January 8, 2024

Sibylline

It deserves its own
Prosody, this word,
Its own metrical,
Inscrutable form,

Disturbed from unknown
Toxins underground,
Inhaled with plain air,
Exhaled and disowned.

It should drop a veil
Back of rhymes, so that
You’d know to speak more
Clearly clearly failed.

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