Diction Pictures
Things slip away.
Obeying laws of
cause and affectation,
diction pictures words
as sounds.
Hounds bay at lunatics.
Sticks and bones
fillet my stones.
Millet and rye
make me cry.
Ground beneath my feet,
a swaying beat
repeats
repeats
depletes me of my
funky mood.
Shall we dance?
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