With no Redactor to command the pace,The verbs run riot through the emerald fields,And adjectives, in frantic, fractal grace,Refuse to stay behind their noun-thick shields.The sun is "loudly" gold, the grass is "fast,"The mountains "sorrowfully" touch the moon,As every shadow that the stars have cast,Is haunted by a wild and wordy tune.A chaos of description fills the air,Where nothing stays a single thing for long,A kaleidoscopic, constant, bright despair,Within the fabric of the cosmic song.The people struggle in this shifting sea,To find the shore of firm reality.
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