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Circumvent Spindrift

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in the winds of the winding wilderness
we hear the spindrift
whispering heresy;
with your will:react with wonder,
with your wiles: remember not to wander.

remember remember,
the dissenters in cinders.
smashed and compounded ashes,
tragic and resounding pastors;
who laid down in green pastures,
to mutiny the continuity of malevolent masters
and accurately exact the actuality of their disasters.

the winter is writhing,
and so all the seasons are seething.
the settlers sheep believe the devious disease
will cure their bellowing bleating.

pray tell, prayer plea.....pray tell!
 
Fucking nice. Love the third stanza!

the winter is writhing,
and so all the seasons are seething.
the settlers sheep believe the devious disease
will cure their bellowing bleating.

Flows perfectly, very creepy, and it's crammed full of alliterations to boot. Not an easy thing to do. Good work. This poem deserves to be polished. It has serious potential. If the whole thing was as perfect as the third stanza, it would be close to (if not) publishable.
 
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