Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Formation

The formation is formality
Where as normality is fetal
A feminine roundhouse kick
To the juggler sends seniority
Back to the rocky stone ages
Once the past is recognized

The formation will tear away
Left flank and the write flank
Are open with no extremities
The next blow will prove fatal
Pressure points in particular
Will make any age cease to exist

The formation splits in two
Seamlessly apart for all the better
Destruction reins over all the lands
Where barren land promises more
Than any crops or rocks or faux
Only the future outcome remains


I believe this is one of my better poems that I have written lately. It may sound confusing, but each stanza and line do play off each other.

I hope you enjoy!

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