Scary poetry

Pleased to meet sonneteers and all flavours of poets to be.
My residency is about design and technology, not poetry I owe you an apology.

What’s gotten into me? I’m questioning my guts and sanity.
Intuitive words wander, become poetry.
Versifier cease to sleep, meet your need.
For this poetic justice is pretty scary.

I leave the familiarity of the binary.

scrabble

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