Sheltered Rhymes

by K. T. Dibert

Heard the words from your mouth,

That all things either end or head south;

After forgetting about the moment hear and now

Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow

As you blast through waves of curtness inside the house

Lost the meaning, the value, worthwhile things reflect, shimmering worthlessness awry with sporadic entropy of peculiarity

Cannot write valuable lines

Where grand meaning intertwines:

In a factory of ideas with thoughts that refine

The old tapes I always tend to rewind

And as I traverse far and wide!


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