V Alloy Hollers
A rider on far route, reckless, consents,
to bolt down a pain of his life's gambling
to castigate his former self, and to extent,
his forcefulness silvery, morose rambling.
Fast shadow, tears the darkness to enter
another night; deathly destiny 's a scythe
outright he becomes his sins' repenter,
speeding on fatalistic heftiness to writhe.
A thousand cubic ways to be inviolable
unlighted sister Stygian, on solid torque,
a miss is partial to weak, a warrior to fable,
upon a slope of Winter ice, on Devil's fork.
One hundred forty power, solid to climb,
the mountain' icy slope, virile and brave,
noticeable by fog's Amadryads, and thyme,
estimable Nymphs amidst the oaks, wave.
And he, potent, proficient, of wedge keen,
ascends; to wipe out his detrimental flirt
to stunning, lovely forms of beauty sheen,
atrocious of a snowy sky, to muddy earth.
So, he ascends! An absolute, sightly winner,
bloody knees, grinding, on curves' asphalt,
marginally inclining, at his thousand's roar,
bullocky alloy V block, of steel and cobalt.
Ascends on mountain in thin air, equipotent,
entranced flakes that fall on own volition,
where the V alloy hollers, to death advertent
and dies as combustion ends with ignition.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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