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

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