I wax poetically without any direction on occasion. This latest slew of words can be read as written or in reverse order by line. You can also mix and match the lines to wax poetic yourself.
O those timid, mellow summer stars, twinkling little jewels burning in the void
Little pulsating pin pricks of light, dusty motes beyond our reach
To think them so far and distant, you’d mistake them for glass beads
Swirling motes of ice and gas, thrown elliptically and have convoyed
Around this little, lemon yellow sun with rays of nourishment and bleach
A comet such as this may carry our ectogenic seeds
For want of origin and purpose, we seek the root of all our needs
The weakest use a forgery of strength to oppress, to become a bastard leech
Draining us of reason with honeyed, silver words that are honesty devoid
The veins cut open, a species divided, attacking itself and bleeds
For no truer reason than utter blindness, a twisted and divisive leash
It seems we’re never satisfied until we’ve self-destroyed
This lonesome, lapis, lipid bead with a heart-deep cut and wants for succor
A dying, dismal, devil-ridden husk, a sorry excuse for a natured mother
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