Day 135 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day Morass meaning "a soft wet area of low-lying land that sinks underfoot."
Epoch
The times are rough and
Sink into morass
The times are bland
The times are urbane and mad
And insane
The times are changing never and always
The times are rumbling your cage
And are as labyrinthine as a hedge maze
The times are stuck
staccato bug thwap
The times are coming unstuck
Diffuse like nomads
Time is Drifting
Thorny the times are
Unforgiving the time is
The times are irrelevant
The times are iridescent and clandestine and jovial and sour and
Ruined
The times are lost and wandering
And gathering chrome and glitter and touch screens and vapid
Admirers and vapid unworn shining humanity
These are the times.
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