Sonnet 04 - Circular Anarchy
Conventions of this wonderland I know
Are nothing like the wonderland I can't.
A haze of discourse separates the first
From all the rest - a rhetoric aslant.
What politic is this, a man coerced
Into a blind conviction by his peer?
Are we to lead a life of order grand
If order grand dictates from common tier?
A body's like new glass, but can withstand
The scars and beatings of mortality;
If worth is separation, we'll obey
And fight to folly, for the memory
Will we revert when colors start to grey
And in the end, from whose path had we strayed?
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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