Linguistic specifics
Part flutter through my mind
Part stuttering’s part uttering’s
Pursued half blind;
Drowning in their ambience
The egocentric kind
That leaves detail salience
In a circular, negative bind.
Expeditions to the moonlight
Where I bathe in Lacuna's glare
The Earth offers me insight
Of a kind more than rare
Leaving me really wondering
Why no one's fighting fair.
Author notes
This has been lurking in my pile of stuff to do. Was written last year during the festive period-which gives you a better idea of what I'm getting at.
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