READ ON COMPUTER OR HORIZONTAL ON PHONE THE MIDNIGHT BALL A long poem by: Zeerdank 1 Blinding, deafening, cacophony of all, whether glass, or class, or metered step Silks so sharp like a blade of gold, of a diamond dream, of joyous times, and idyllic smiles Wrapped around them, on their hands and covering floors while draping walls, to all in all form an exquisite… … An exquisite, grandiose, platinum platter holding they of a benefit. Those requisite matters That matter is regal, proud, they are quiet, loud, of noble or the ig, of small fief or the big… … A step is so hard, incredibly taxes the mind, watching the feet, balanced, watching mine Two balancing scales, on my left and my right, one with the vintage, the other a rare… The water would flow, the mouth froth would go, but I certainly did not dare… … Wandering starved, staring at stars who’d never look back, not a twinkle or burst, not a bite or pour, no quench for a thirst, of what you see or the sea, no saturation of a
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