Battle Formations

Spectare started, woke, to an ill-shored
Empire ‘se borders hung (yawn) torn
banners snared on pragmatic prisms.
Walls to say a squeak on brass that mounts
to shrill on norm walkways of the worn.

Pragmatic prisons: that daily refract
only such facts that are personal, your back
and front extensions on home
guardens of half-lives (Avant!) garded
by shrivelled epiphanies like gnomes.

The home garden guarding gnome.
The forward defences of the known.

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