Reality To The Pure
1-11-20
Blame it on Apollo
All game for the hollow
In azure roses
In households of Menelaus
Of Arlington victors and more Euripedes
Roving the treadmill
Just to feel the lights of north in Orestos
Involved to employ the technique
Palpitating the vanquished on another sleepless night
As travesty is threadlike alluding to predecessions
Come on in here with the skull of bones happy for delivery in Alcestis
All for reality justified in our own conventions
On prisms of polish
And we see it in the Electra.....
Wrong Answer
1-11-20
In murder condoned
We turn it around with the sound
All for brother Utt in Hippelatius' mind
We play a game of pick up the other stings
Where ebony pursuit has his testament
Among thoughtful spectators
Where tragedy is implicit as sparks fly northward
Among Moderi's children
As is well with the poem
Whom purloiners persecute Pelops' ancestors
Purified and rhetorical
And there's twenty where all have apologized
Most plausible as to begin again
For another quick fix renounced.....
Projamic Prologue
1-11-20
Ten plays for two fifty
Phonetic Thebe's tales and Pelop's poetry so original in solution
For the use of the Incubus in Mamagrowth of Omz communication at large
To retire we learn the hard way for our
For one crazy of Teros divine eventually we form a line
supplying all prologues where a god appears for our own on our machine
For mores of consuming heralds to see behind these words prosaic
In platinum and prototype
At ones own conjugate water maker as throngs
In the now......
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