The Clear Soup Shuffles into a Rabid Tune

An echo – crass, still, framed
Past the sporadic period
While the figure peers
The sickening’s search, for a flume
The sound scattered off quake’s meal
The last squeeze of breath from the cave
In the ravishes, while the wreck’s lease
A certain death to enter a chasm’s chase

 

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018

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