The second of my collections of poems written for "Express It In Eight." |
| Hum The sound of air conditioning is mankind partitioning the space between these faceless walls, our hidden rooms and hallowed halls. This constant unheard background noise guarantees our continued poise, oh greatest glorification - the sound of civilisation. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb, 8 syllables per line For Express It In Eight, 08.11.25 Prompt: None. |