Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Triolet

 

An Alternate World

 

 

What if everything was made inversion

Of itself, and laughter was a cruel sin?

Souls would have none their portion.

What if everything was made inversion

Of nature, itself wallowing distortion?

Days by art, or Artifice, rain’s violin.

What if everything was made inversion

Of itself, and laughter was a cruel sin?

Immemorial times those feelings affected by lusts.

    It rarely falls as it should. In forcing syntax, one dies. So precedented; one dream those days, and nerves were fretting. Affected by l...