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Question:Blind Sequence

What is it that is lost
Without knowing what it is?
Are lives that fester in cages
Feral creatures?

Trespassing glories so virtuous
Travesities dressed as desperations
Peacocks, everything of fetishes
Gawdy eruptions of disarrays.

Beggars, reset ferocious sores
Gestating dillutions of song
Disillusioned are the seconds
Double so the seer.

Cypher seed excerpts, search spaces
Brittle pathways destined for higher life forms
Oracles, all of forlorn hammers
Forging statues and prayers of liberation.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Blind Sequence

What is it that is lost
Without knowing what it is?
Are lives that fester in cages
Feral creatures?

Trespassing glories so virtuous
Travesities dressed as desperations
Peacocks, everything of fetishes
Gawdy eruptions of disarrays.

Beggars, reset ferocious sores
Gestating dillutions of song
Disillusioned are the seconds
Double so the seer.

Cypher seed excerpts, search spaces
Brittle pathways destined for higher life forms
Oracles, all of forlorn hammers
Forging statues and prayers of liberation.

Not bad. It is really good.
But, perhaps you should make it rhyme more, to give it a little more flow. " know what i mean"

Beautiful word play. It all mixes together when you read it to yourself. That's all I have to say.
Post it on www.fictionpress.com
You'll get a lot of good feedback, I promise :D

U know, if many could think like u, this world would've been a better place to live. It is indeed a wonderful poem & u exprsd ur feelin very nicely. One thin I wanna suggest 'bout ur 2nd stanza: Trespassing glories so virtuous;
Travesties dressed as the desperation of-
peacocks,
while everything fetishes for,
The gawdy erruptions of dissarays!
Keep on writing please. My best wishes r wth u.

alright already, it's been finished and good for the last 3 drafts. I like it a lot.