Tipu Sultan
Time torn to a thousand
Insignificant infinitesimally incoherent
Pieces, past pursuit and poisoned
Under ubiquitous underlying aberrant
Sorts of sum, and sign shining
Uncoordinated, undetermined, unknown
Like a lost lather, lining
The trite towers of a titanium town.
All an anachronistic anchor
Nothing needs the notion of rancour.