by Tim Chiu
What lies beneath the surface of knowing is an attempt to shoulder excuse burdens - a poem
|A critic of inestimable quality, |
Pertaining to the ranks of nobility;
Generates a rife totality;
Awesome constructs thank eternity.
Liable for the turns of leaves -
Every inch of ground deceives;
The pastures which an old cow grieves -
A sentimental tone believes.
Monday’s coming, with no stress;
Moments mourn a group no less…
Super holes relate, God bless!
And those lasers need not guess!