Peculiar is as peculiar does
When studied closely as one must,
When seen through the monocle of one eye
Peculiar things do I a spy,
With my little eye looking through time
A witness to a peculiar rise in unusual tides,
Of the unconscious mind
That may as well be blind,
To the integral signs that we tend to find
In the day to day grind of banality divine,
When effortlessly flowing through the stream of the beguiled
And the river Styx which we are betwixed
And often attached and so transfixed,
In the perculiar vision and the vaguest dreams,
Perculiar is not as it always seems.
Via:Daily Prompt: Perculiar
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