by Sir Titus Llewellyn, unpublished
Book i
Whilst every hour should hesitance await
what ugly drift hallucination passed
the distances from points of view vacate
adjudged to have disfunctional harrassed.
To focus on the one mistake I made,
the camera has hatred for the dread
of having such to hollow out afraid
yet turns it into photographs instead.
Delusion it is said, that not one flower,
shall spare an awkward smile than to be dead
excuse me if you will, to over-power
the final touch - I'm waiting up ahead.
Relate it to past, and one debate
therefore pronounces sepia as black
a tree stump in a background desecrate
to those who back it up with this attack.
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