Land of Non Sense
When the doodle
of the people opine
and the piss spore
squeeze,
there will be fields and tundras
in the deep hollow of
moonlight winery ...
Scope of voids
the crazy ones will say;
Reproaches from satires,
will say the maindenhair ...
But from the bottom of the galleys
veracity will arise
of the few
and the amplitude like microbes
will be reborn ...
Then it will be a new drought,
will govern the atypical;
with the goths, the dievas
without the Gentiles.
No one else will live
this pantomime, everyone
will see solicitude
express in life
on edges ...
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