Convolution


legs and hands in pairs
a rotund head above
the convolution is real
an existence undoubted.

the parade is military
prompt command so excruciating
relocation on exit
yes - everything in disarray.

from the land of the rising sun
a journey to midwest
a dungeon for real
another relocation at hand.

yes - the coast becomes a habitation
the air is about to expire
an expiration so natural
behold the digits and the ball.

the cry - a forerunner
an attachment is attached
a cut is required
yes - welcome the arrival.

the soothing air on parade
everyone is invited
new eyes on wonderland
yes - this is victor.

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