AMOR FATI
Boiling lava is churning
to form
the landscape of bitter dreams.
Irreverent fascinations
of the inquisitive
yellow rose—
Water droplets are cunning
enough
to be heard and never seen.
Belligerent mastication
of the dactylic
hexameter flows—
Left and right the anvil
falls like ancient clockwork.
A cartoon coyote
pounded to papyri.
First stanza was sooooo good and sucked me in. The fourth stanza however has got to be my favorite. Such complex words laid out in such a pretty sounding way.
Great piece