No sentences I string…

No sentences I string,
No phrases I might coin,
Will change a single thing –

And though I would purloin
A minute, if I could,
For you and me to join –

It is now understood:
Like triangles scalene,
For fit, we are no good.

Pythagorean scene;
A many-layered void,
Bedecked with golden skein…

I should not be annoyed,
At what I can’t

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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