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.
Brave the weather Before seeking to relay it These ambitions turn soft The garrisons of your form In denial of the fronts Cold gusts make beds for easy living creatures Shivers are unkind greetings to these environments Take it in with a pinch of salt Clean the basements out every fortnight Dwell and deliver Light yonder partaking seriously Cracked pavements are uneasy for introverts Point the scoreboard in the other direction Alternative inhibitions don hellish cloaks In search of lost fortunes The finches flutter unrest Through the lullabies of the undergrowth
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