Oh yeah, it doesn’t make sense
That title!
Is there even a word as such?
There isn’t.
But banter I must,
As muses take a weekend break
While I come n go
Shuttling between intent and inertia.
What’s there to ramble about?
Really much! If i must confess
Instead of bantering!
I swear it’s so noisy in there
Upstairs in the grey caves.
Now, when concepts I have to shun
And dwell in silence
Cause that’s where the witness sees
The one that chatters.
So I spell verse in reverse
And gather my husk
To put it in the green waste!
And what remains is silence
That needs this doodles
To be perceived
Or so I think,
The confused lil thing that I am.
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