Story Poem by Dyami KelleyClark

Story



The setting, a room with a million desks.
My tone is unstable and likely to change.
My view of the point be as straight as a razor,
But themes and motifs I find ackward and strange.
The plot of this tale is apparent to no one.
It wriggles and twists round the set like a vine.
It grins and it fades and it walks round behind you,
Then raps on your shoulder and runs far and wide.
The characters take from your own magination.
What faces you give them no consequence lend,
Except to make personal stories from elsewhere,
To grasp the ambiguous making it bend.
And now my dear reader the tale is beginning;
So pay close attention and don't l ook away.
You might find the answer in things that I mention.
You may find your peace in the words that I say.

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