This is a bit of a forum game, but at the same time it has the capacity to result in a bit of poetry, so it goes here. I'm going to supply a line of poetry, and the following poster is to create a poem using the line I gave as their first. Along with their poem, they supply a line for the next person to write poetry on. No restrictions on the type of line or poetry; just keep the line open ended.
The last line of poetry To take the last symmetry, The soul of the poet pour onto the page, With the smell of incense and sage.
To cover the lines I put forth my final breath, To revel as my genius sees death, The words are stolen, faded to gray, Until I find the words another day, In another way, My final lines the last that I say.
A muted poet is one who paints the world, Another day has slowly unfurled, Now my last piece falls into place, Seeing through another haze, In another maze, As I exit the tunnel of the phase.
World of sanctuary (appetizing deception), is meant to mask the fears of an unfettered recollection, is simply an illusion keeping evils at bay, as though the dangers that they stem from ever really go away. When resting on our laurels means we're dying in the end, and watching out for enemies means never knowing friends, it's time to kill the niceties of social lubrication to protect the fading ember underlying motivation. Utopia may be a place to camp out with the cubs, but if there's no resistance there can be no growing up, so I'll take mother Earth with all her daily tragedies, since without them there's no hope for any long term progeny.
