Let! Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Let!



Let, let, let, let it happen, transpire, befall!
Let our curbed Pandemonium swell, storm and squall!

Let the gulfstream of raw sense encroach the still!
Let us have our way, and we've got our will!

Neural nodes in strain like a bowstring taut
Dream of one strain-relieving strong arrow-shot!

Seas of feelings brim over the law and the norm!
Let our curbed Pandemonium swell, squall and storm!

Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: feeling
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We, humans, need some outlets to have our feelings at its mightiest price like we see in dramas on stage and pics, and read in books thereof
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