OctopusA Poem by E.J. WalingOctopus.
Growing. Spreading. Tentacles expanding. Prey in the grip. Unsuspecting. Power. Control. Name of the game. Tentacles grip, circles the globe. Growing power, influence over its prey. Too late, powers that be now firmly control. Now running the show. Ultimate power control justifies the means. In front of our eyes the creature morphs. Tight in its grip. Ultimate control. © 2022 E.J. WalingFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on May 1, 2022 Last Updated on May 1, 2022 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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