Absolute Mercy

by Timothy   Oct 2, 2026


I see, but do not,
I hear, a deep onslaught;
I smell, a backwards salty-sweet,
Taste a helpful treat.

So try again, little dandelion,
Your time on the prairie is declining;
Little squirrels still run in fear,
As the mummy appears.

King of the mountain, has a snow-capped visual,
Calcified bones, are the residual;
Run the numbers, see the electric pain,
The manmade statue has succumbed to his brain.

I see, now I do,
I hear, I should have listened to you;
I smell perfume, I see the beads,
I see the plate of Rosary peas.

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    by Elsaeloise

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