currents gone astray,
are winds that boom
from far away,
uncalled for streams of thought
confusion that may bloom
a crimson blush a red forehead-
synesthasia and bright metaphors
lend picturesqe implicatures,
wit, conciets, embellishments of more-
astray and uncalled for
come in waves of waves,
tears shed, bloodshed all kinds of war-
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