Rosebery creatures
they pop and go.
They talk not
of michaelangelo.
With them i glide
to lands of the trance,
where only voids suffice
and not matter.
Geometry was a monster at school.
But now there's none around.
Only fluid lines that stand
in incompetence.
Unable to bind within them,
the colours of neon.
1 comment:
nice but a lil rework can make it a masterpiece
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