Checquer Boards
Nations rise and nations fallLike the waves on a solar sea
Like a horror to appall
Tipping scales giant to a flea'
Ballet dancing on cataclysm stages spin
Outre passing days into chasm folds within
Like burning decks of cards stacks and stacks
Circus cash wrecks in yards queens and jacks
Ride the rails on down to the rusty banks
Holey sails in town giving thankless thanks
Enter whirling doors lodgings stored in mind
Vacant ceiling floors, motives bored and blind
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-11-27 at 14:52
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