Site icon Arnav Sibal


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


Doused like tree stumps in a rainstorm

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