Flies tacking geometric flight. Hanging in the warm air, walking set paths, through the immaterial. Back and forth. To and fro. Mapping lines, on an empty map. Advertisements
Sun hanging over head beats down. Earth is dry, cracked and hard. The air is still, the heat remains. Growing sultry, radiating back up, unmoved by wind.
Moisture renting the sky Asunder. Heavy air, Casting downwards earthwards. Skywards turn the birds. Thunder has silenced, rain plays a melody. The storm has come.
This is Dada. This is Poetry. This is Verse. A poem is this.
What is Dada? What is Poetry? What is Verse? Is this a poem?
The time something is done can effect the result.
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