hear them
those chattering squid in this low domed realm
where none, but one voice should reign supreme
amidst the vowel and mutter of the betraying line
a feral somnambulant sub-bourbon din
broken rhymes and half dulled whines
in a two fingered forfeit to a misjudged hint
that must keep this muddied crime equidistant
to the arcing theorem of sequenced chords
and the sleepless stipend of stalled persistence
clawed back from the vault of ill formed thoughts
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