thinking about rhyming
universe spit in my face
in its on going fury
spinning endlessly on the same route
it couldn't find a rhyme
a stretch, a syllable of peace
in its on going hunger
eating galaxies with grace
like dragons sipping princes
in the deep forests
it boiled my thicken blood
explosions then occurred at the brim of my knee
expanding vessels of dark energy
sliding on tunnels of time
leaving their mark
on the circumference of God
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leaving mark on the circumference of God, good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.