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Poem: Control

Control Where words are spelled in hieroglyphs, where faeries dance and wicked nymphs sing silent hallelujah. Where a misty breeze helps swing the swing and bravest waves their presents bring, such brilliant hallelujah. But storm the surface, numb the sense, break it down, breach the innocence: Rumbling. Closer. Trumpets blow. Cannons. Whistles. Gears in motion.… Continue reading Poem: Control