It came to me there ain’t any resemblance
Of drowsy sneaks with the disdainful gaze.
Uneasy training to see more through stained glass,
Undone upheaval through the tilted maze,
It all dissolves into unscrambled ether
And stays once tied to the appraising dock.
Although no pains can be foretold and aren't the weather,
The first one first shall meet my barred deadlock.
Barred deadlock
© Copyright: Александр Трищенко, 2019
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