Malaise of A Maladaptive Muse

A maladaptive muse,

enticed by the malaise

of archaic imagery.

 

One who is to capture

the blossoms, as in their

petals envelop the sun.

 

Here it is, if we are

to speak of the swerves

and our carousels on the

enchanting sways of these

plains

 

Captured on each charted

thought.

As we cascade and conquer

the cartographic imprints

Swaying, swirling

Swirling, swerving

swaying…

 

 

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