Invented Language Poem

March 19, 2009
By Konnar SILVER, Qualicum Beach, Other
Konnar SILVER, Qualicum Beach, Other
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The Fool

A koi has found it's cranny,
As has a persistent fool, who has found his niche
An uncommon anxiousness.
The immovable combustion sounds in his head
A cold, damp, opaque condensation envelops him,
Just a translucent, bronzed speckle on a jaded martyr.

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