Barren Blind
Meteors fall in wastelands forgotten.
Poets, bards, sing. Taciturn, red, rotten.
Silver at twilight, seeing stones kept clear.
Seer, grind gear in the severe atmosphere.
Barren lands are kept on rare landscapes clean.
Winter, thy withering tendrils. Machine;
When do we let white rage devour? Flower;
Belladonna, tremendous thy power!
Volcano, burst with the force of all space.
Calderas choose by a need to displace.
Every so often they've got to explode.
Souls bearing load are left sharing the road.
Thunder-gods, lightning. The code, consider.
O ornithopters, beat wild to cause blur!
Thinning reality, crazy is life!
Gold in old chest, quest on edge of the knife...
River, thy bank is a rare type of blade.
Ocean, thy floor stands a home to the shade.
Chasm, abysm, the dark backward waits!
O for the children with staggers in gaits.
Hammering metal? Best prepare thy tongs.
Enamelled panelling, vibrate in songs!
Nightingales, ivy. O serpents, thy ground.
Dole and duress, circumstances unfound...
Blossoming tulip, art planted in spring?
Hornets are elements when they all sting.
Rocks, in the desert. Where nobody goes?
Noxious obnoxious means feeding the crows.
Yellow-eyed predator, wait until dark?
Best if you can, but avoid tiger shark!
Always there's somebody bigger than you?
This may be true, Hope, yet still ye accrue...
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Chris Jensen
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