Scorned by the Ciceros of the day
neophiles here posit a square
novi moves novels and navels swim free

one might assume curvatures but no,
none obvious juxtapositions
none such will be sensualised

doctrine, dogma, deus ex machina
in accordance with the powers of syntax
meter and what not other: square

what is avant-garde but the phalanx
prodding power cracking
the ribs crossless to bare

dude, its but stringing of words
upsetting the mighty who entered a read
self-indulgent allusions to movements:

be square

                          —animasuri’24