to be BriefA Poem by albee…to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, what day is day, night night, and time is time; therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief…” Polonius “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words
And never stops--at all ...Emily Dickinson life is a bowl of cravings food sex and stuff our balance sheet it is unknowable the cosmos to large sapien's brain to small agnosticism the memories still haunt stern framed nuns' mouths contumely scant words penetrating the now with impact haiku like the minutia of my daily effluvia aromatic reflections, consumptions and assumptions...my poetry chiseling strata under my linguistic brain only gut gurgles and tears speak to me it ant easy...saddled with this beast of a biological imperative...eat survive reproduce...food sex power...crawl run die...amen...
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