23.06.2025

Tuneless compounds soon surrounded moons & new men,

soundless towns of prose soon detailing our walk to them,

grave impossibility found saved by soundless zen again,

weepy sewered failures found within the sleepless den,

shots of sin forgot by the forgetful two who grew ten.

If existent chauvinists slowly froze the oath,

groaning angels stoned both zones home.

But why withdraw myth or law to warn you again

of both the growth and the slow chauvinist’s then,

herd foes slowly departing from dreams of pen,

forever’s oddity severing the caffeine they condemn,

the slow growth of an oath that showed those them,

some seen mob cutting green from the owed gem?

If existent chauvinists slowly froze the oath,

groaning angels stoned both zones home.

-- DominicFrancis.142/WalkingDoctorTonnan