As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? Absolutely.
And there they go
One by one
Too young to be but in fury
And then they shall come
One
Doused like tree stumps in a rainstorm
Good. Much beyond fun with words
On Tue, 21 Apr 2020 at 12:36 AM, Owl in a Coffee Cup wrote:
> Arnav Sibal posted: ” As Is What Was is a collection of poems created with > no thought at all. None. There is no control over grammar, sound, rhythm, > idea, or anything really. Why? I thought it would be fun. Is it insane? > Absolutely. And there they go One by one ” >
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