The morning dew drop
Shook on the clothesline
As I hung up my towel
Flashing pulses of sunshine
Like a Morse Code message.
signs
Ebony Enemy
Ebony enemy
Sunk inside
Rolled up into rhyme
Floodgates feed
Flocks of greedy
Meaningless meanderings
Mine.
In turmoiled
Roily well-oiled
Whorls in wonderland
I find
No gotten gains
Merely strains
Motley mothy
Eaten signs.
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