The Mirror Sonnet. (What i would call a line-palindrome.)
Random # 221 = 434 in base-7; 4 + 3 + 4 = 11 lines
keep moving · in the munch groove
broken paved · & part-blinkered
you approach a scarp
no clown can skip
in this dead landscape
it's not like you bought · a boon ticket
or reasoned around · the road to take
just the plunge of all
well greased with oil
& promising ill
what you chose in the end · was the chiseler's game
"Time to bring back the Old English 'dual' pronouns, which referred only to two people. Yit = you two, wit = we two, unk = us two, ink = you two (object), unker = our (of us two), inker = your (of you two)." --@wylfcen
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