Poem : Rains and Rivets

It is raining from the day of tillings

It is raining till the tale of trochoids

It is raining from the orifice of oceans

It is raining for the orchids of occults

It is raining from the fathom of foci

It is raining from the rivet of racoons

It is raining from the rupture of rims

Why do we love to long for the rains

Why do we love to short for the serpents

Why do we leech the loci of the locust

Why do we lust the leech of the locust

Rains and Rivets

They are match made in misery

They are maze made in mutiny

They are myth made for mazes

Myths and Mazes

Let them fall apart!

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