In this faithful
domain, onions
lactate and traces
of cultures scrub
deranged submersions
the tollhouse wants a
retro rocket and global
ramifications
this saucerful
sorcery is my
stationary salvation
oxygenized
abstracts, jinxed
fellowship and anthrax
after the obligatory hoodwinking
I regain consciousness.
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Hey all, Here is poem 17, a surrealist poem. Because I love surrealism and I find it fascinating. The greatest thing about surrealist poetry is that you create your own meaning for the poem.
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