F14 - Expect The Power
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The time is now:
Detect the hour..
Sky to ground:
Expect the power..
Lightnin crowns
The neck with showers..
Eyes are clouds:
The lens is found there..
Mind’s the house:
The entrance downstairs..
Find the route
And exit out there..
Ice is how
Reflexive doubters
Try to drown
The breath that’s bound there..
Vices vow
A pleasure’s tower
Strikin down
The flesh with halberds..
Light is housed
In wrecks that flounder
Bright as brown
And dredges dowsers..
Geisha gown
That dresses drowsy..
Sirens sound
To hellish howling..
Pirates pounce
On beggars bounty:
Pisces pouts
The feckless fowling..
Prizes proud
Embellish scroungers..
Dry em out:
Umbrellas, lounge chairs..
Buy a vowel:
The rest’s around there..
Pipe it down:
Express a loud cheer..
Smiles are sound:
A head that’s ground hears..
Lies are crowned
In peasant town squares:
Christs without
A scepter found there:
Spicy crowds
That friends devour..
Mimes with mouths
And breakfast vouchers
Dine with clowns
And legless prowlers:
Bikes without
A peddle, powered
By the crowd
That presses outward:
“Bikes without
A peddle sound fair!
Right? It’s how
I’m gettin out there!”
Light is sound:
The best announced where
Brightness drowns
The quest for power..
Mighty mouse:
Impressive cowards..
Might’s amount:
Expensive, count it..
Lies pronounce
Their sentence, soundless:
Light’s pronoun
Is them - a thousand..
Hype a hound
With rebel rousers:
Right’s redoubt
Is left if louder..
I avow
To tread the ground where
I am bound
To feathers, crown heir..
Skies abound
And never pound fears
Citin howls
So kennels sound fair..
Life surrounds
Aesthetic scouts, or
Strife burns out
Ascetic scowlers..
Time is now:
It’s never hours..
Try this route:
Expect the power..