The second chapter began
And no story
Was told
But some secrets
Began to unfold
Some mysteries
Consumed in the darkness
Found their place
The urge was
To deal with things
In a pragmatic way
To mould the fable
With pertinency
Refrain from portraying
Crass assumptions
Impersonate the characters
With the queerest disposition
So that by the time
You drown into that tale
There’s nobody left alive to
Impute their arguments
There’s no need to appeal for clemency.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
The second chapter began
And no story
Was told
But some secrets
Began to unfold
Some mysteries
Consumed in the darkness
Found their place
The urge was
To deal with things
In a pragmatic way
To mould the fable
With pertinency
Refrain from portraying
Crass assumptions
Impersonate the characters
With the queerest disposition
So that by the time
You drown into that tale
There’s nobody left alive to
Impute their arguments
There’s no need to appeal for clemency.
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