Curious things,
cold, soulless.
Always proving,
always searching,
never feeling,
never answering.
Barren:
spread in artificial
rows,
matrices, leading
nowhere;
[Incoherent musings
of a foreign deity.]
It is what I have chosen,
enlightenment;
strangely –
I am drifting farther,
closing into a realm
I do not
belong.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson