The feeling isn’t nothing Just deeply unbecoming Your waking hours are spent ensnared, you’re sleeping through percussions These instincts you’re entrusting They feel like a McGuffin You wander through a crowd but can’t be seen when you’re in public Of … Continue reading We Could Use The Rain
Are you watching? As I do that, of which I know you won’t approve? As I kill an hour haplessly, when time has yet to move? As I stash away umbrellas, and go walking in the rain? As I reap … Continue reading Are You Watching?
Oh Dickinson, do guide my pen Across the paper coarse, I’ll join your fame in time my friend By running natures course. I’ll scrawl the words inside my head I’ll shout and say it hoarse, They’ll rumble like the … Continue reading An Ode to Dickinson
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