Flood

In response to the prompt, "Flood." I took a more conceptual approach.

We’re swilled in this illusion of one universe

By the perverse torrents of our matron

 

We’re purged of simple-mindedness

By her prowess, scouring the shores

 

We’re therein denied of vanity

From the severity of our scars compared

 

What elitists were we

To avert our judicious gaze

From possibility

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[zainul]

Lovely work.