Poem : Interrogation of an Irrational Intelligence

Oh, big bard, Why do you circle around the word?

Oh, wordsmith, why do you circle around the word?

Oh, verse viking, why do you circle around the word?

Is there a grave gruesome gravity in your lenses and gazes?

Oh gargantuan gaze, why do gravitate towards miseries, mazes and misfits?

Is it propelled by the perpetual prism of pagan perspectives

Is it a diabolic distortion of dilapidated digressions in your yoke of innocence

Is it a convoluted cognisance of your conjugal cartography?

You are vindicated by the vertex of virtual velocities and venerated visages

You are meshed and mazed by the magical machines and myriads of myths

Let lattices lark around your lustre and locus !

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