Author’s Note: This poem is a comment on how people who feel judged by society are really only judged by their own fears; we can pick whose judgement we accept. The poem follows an ABAB rhyming pattern within the five stanzas, and breaks rhythm but once to show the omnipotence of the ‘Bulbish Potter’.
Before we lapse
In synchronic rains,
A new crowd claps;
Our pleasure it feigns.
On dusk, on dusk,
Hide our mercy’s ache.
Concealed in musk,
To give or to take
But morn’ shall rise:
Black phoenix's snares,
Curtain’s demise:
Pink unseen affairs.
The cloud deters
with menacing heat,
Bulbish potters’
White dangling feet.
And now the judge,
His dutiful gaze
My feet, in love
Walk this beautiful maze.
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