Analysis of A Bucket Of Breath
A bucket of stones; to built and resurrect my gruesomely broken dwelling,
A bucket of sparkling water; to clean my unwashed body; annihilate the last iota of dirt incorrigibly adhering to remote corner of my skin,
A bucket of food; to wholesomely appease the overwhelming pangs of hunger in my famished stomach; my volcanic desire to chew,
A bucket of flocculent cotton fluff; to impart me with compassionate warmth in the heart of frozen winter,
A bucket of intractable glue; to coalesce the shattered fragments of distorted glass in which I sighted my heavenly reflection,
A bucket of scintillating pearls; to sustain the vagaries of day to day and uncouthly monotonous life,
A bucket of feather tipped pens; to emboss and evolve infinite lines of spell binding literature,
A bucket of ominously black clouds; showering thunderbolts of tantalizing rain on the trajectory of this scorched planet,
A bucket of antiseptic detergent; to decimate those inconspicuous germs lingering round my immaculate persona,
A bucket of sizzling tea; to profusely reinvigorate and stimulate my every languidly dreary morning,
A bucket of appetizing brown chocolate; to stringently awaken the dormant dormitories of my brain,
A bucket of fortified sticks; granting me that impregnable prowess of defending myself against the most heinously hostile of enemy,
A bucket of dead and stupendously lifeless bones; to make me realize the value of harmoniously precious life,
A bucket of incomprehensibly enigmatic enigmas; to prolifically rekindle my dying imagination,
A bucket of flabby caps; to wholesomely sequester me from acerbic rays of the flaming Sun,
A bucket of looming watches; to accurately depict to me every unleashing minute of the day,
A bucket of crisp bonded paper; to facilitate me to compile a grandiloquent book harnessed with my very own blood,
A bucket of freshly extracted poignant ocean salt; to deluge my lackadaisical life with loads of seductive vibrancy,
A bucket of uncontrollable love; to flood my impoverished visage with the
ecstatic fire to leap;
the turbulent urge to exist amongst a pack of savage wolves on this planet,
And a bucket of breath to inundate my jacket of fragile brown lungs with freshly reinvigorating air; granting me the unprecedented tenacity to survive; granting me an indomitable urge to live my complete quota of destined years.
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| Metre | 0101111001111010 0101101011101100100101011101010110111 01011110100101110011010101001011 01011101101110100100111010 0101010011010101010101011101100010 010111101010011110101001 01011011101001100111101000 010110001110011100110010011110 0101010010110101001100110100010 010110011010010010110011010 01011001101100010010100111 010110110110100101010101011101100 010110110111110010101000101 0101001000101101000101100010 01011011101011010110101 0101101011000011110001010101 0101110101010110100100110111011 01011001010101110101001111010100 0101010011110101010 0101011 01001101010111011110 0010111101101101111001001101001000100101101101000111101101101 |
| Characters | 2,363 |
| Words | 378 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 21 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1 |
| Lines Amount | 22 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 88 |
| Words per line (avg) | 17 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 92 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 18 |
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