We blotted out their names- and why was that when passionate insights, laid fame to their claims through scribbled words and wild sparrows
A fount of verses, poured in
from half-baked minds,
high on nature and opium arrows
but still, words that hydrated the brain,
with philosophies of clouds, roads,
and the mad winks
of peculiar intellect.
Flooded with the pain of desire,
their words screamed in poetic inks
decorated in cursive lines, dipped in the lust
of celestial bodies- forgotten, by too many clicks,
though always there to make us think