Author: Ritt
Voyage in a Taxi
Charge and recharge the place I stay
As scattered remembrances fade away
Into a criss-crossed diced image
Of my own creation; once new now a mirage
Specialty courses in foreign affairs
Surround my soundless conscience
Like a tortured seal, or a host of dares;
Lost in the apprehension of defiance.
As monkeys ape the rhymes thet see
Kissing, caressing, flashing, addressing.
Peripheral visions mirror the spree
Of good-will gestures boisterously assessing.
As circles will forever be round
I am a King or so I've been crowned!
by rich
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