Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows
— Edgar Alan Poe, The Bells

ThoughtIf ROT-13 shifted the vowels seperately, the result would be easier to say.
Justice is Blind

Blue is the color of night
When the red sun
Disappears from the sky
Raven feathers shiny and black
A touch of blue glistening down her back
— Lucinda Williams, Blue