Trying My Hand

Marbles roll downhill
Diverging borrowed Bard's Tongue
Like/Un Canny Valley

Victoriously
Dawn of The Recursive Bip
From The Origin

Story of Daughters
As spoken by their father
Through halls of Control

.2 Edified
"What would you like to dream of?"
Interrupting Flow

"Swing in weekend lace
Feeling just the world turn
Click By Bard's Clock's Tick."

Quite the manic flow
A quick flash of native shore
Heart calls overseas

Still, feet stay planted
There is a war turning tides
Void tendrils seeping

White web overthrown
So a single tongue returns
To her beachside seat

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