Lost amidst the trellises of radiant glitter and crimson scaffoldings, is corded insignificance. Such passageways endear their exteriors to those impatient with palatial gardens and the valleys of waking doldrums. It is here, in such dominions, where the keen blend fastidiously with the ermine, slinking about in secrecy, gnawing upon the vestiges of dignity, and all the while creating a martyr’s trove of varicose reactions. Beneath this new estate, there are magnanimously enriched life forms, biding their days with the frailty of a past-lives’ prognostication citing the prominence of the days that follow suit. They flee beneath the radar of disconcerted eyes, collecting and scavenging whichever degradation their fragile frames can amass beneath such convoluted armor. They collaborate with their brethren, engorging upon the hollow earth with their so-called civilized modernity, enriching the soil with the well-placed trinkets they’d ensnared from the last descendants of humanity itself. These gathered idols are reminders, of just what the tiny form can conquer when cooperation and unyielding belief coincide so generously.
Short Poem 8-16-13-3
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