GamesA Poem by E.J. WalingGames.
The game, it is a foot. Puppet Masters showing their hand. Spinning orb under siege. What once was disturbed, disrupted. Shaking, cracking foundations. Different. Minds muddled, confusion reigns. Pulsing, manipulating generations. Linked. Linked to a new horizon. One generated in a different realm. Unscrupulous. Unexpected chaos. Chaos on a global scale. Change agents plying the clouds. Coming, evolving faster. Faster than counter adjustments. What follows, unfathomable. © 2021 E.J. WalingFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on November 27, 2021 Last Updated on November 27, 2021 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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