Unintention (contemporary literary criticism)

[Erthona]

Unintention

 
 
To obfuscate, the catch of the day,
She’ll hook you in her fishy way,
Sentence like sonata she’ll play,
until you're fast asleep.
 
Annabel, cry Annabel,
consigned me to a written hell,
A hick, I’m sure you learned me well,
to close my eyes and sleep.
 
Kant, I forgave for sentence long,
though one, to a paragraph belonged,
Annabel has learned your song,
and sings us all to sleep.
 
Annabel, cry Annabel,
consigned me to a written hell,
Where the first point ends, I cannot tell,
for I have gone to sleep.
 
A quote from here, a reference there,
We’re fed substantial rarefied air.
And Samuel calls, beware, beware,
you’ll soon be fast asleep.
 
Annabel, cry Annabel,
consigned us to you're written hell.
Escape impossible? No soul can tell,
for we are fast asleep.
 
–Erthona
 
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