Amiens

we stood transfixed,
transported in the splendor:
splenetic though we’d traveled,
traversing mood and parsimony,
particularly aggrieved,
aghast in light of our ignorant
ignominy 

paralyzed and paraphrased,
odiferous and otiose,
we nevertheless found nemesis,
colloquial colors, and
exculpatory explosions

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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