Some Other
Away somewhere along some other
Way was wound was found to be
Instead of self perhaps another,
Slipping tumblers, not counting mumblers
Wading without sounding so within a silent sea
This whispery voice in code intoning sets
Lines of such discounted numbers, who regrets
What may not be shown and yet someone remembers
Or so it seems in place of a world known but all unknown,
Instead of self perhaps another
Way was wound was found to be
Away somewhere along some other , , ,
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2023-11-23 at 22:43
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