Curious – will your mind be, these verses Fortunato,
Buried alive behind a wall – waves of vocabulary?
The poems distill and spill an amorous Amontidillo,
And their structure is cleaned – refined with mental Brillo.
The lyrical displays are filled with a meek bravado,
From a mind that spends most of its time – solitary.
There are millions of currents, and waves in these oceans;
Which pass by one observant perception.
Each individual wave shares with others – one connection…
(Though perhaps it chooses the way it will roll)
…Together the water forms, comprises and creates – a whole.
An apparent network of billions of thoughts and personal emotions.
Each wave subtly influencing and affecting (effecting) the
next,
Much like the choice and voice of diction within a chosen text.
In each passing instant, some waves crest, while others fall;
Some waves are at their best, while others are losing it
all.
Though, the overall course is uncertain (when viewed through
a narrow lens);
When the scope is broadened (and the perception takes a step
back),
It`s easier to see the curvature: all the various ebbs and
the different bends –
The small variations in the flow, and the way which the
waves interact.
The singular perception spends each and all of its days, watching
the movements in the surf;
In silence, it views and surveys – and to their entertainment
– through versification – it is a serf.
Composed By: A. D.
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