I sit here
in miserable happiness
without but within
a wondrous mundaneness
of insensitive sensibilities
that rapture my containment ...
Language is a constraint
which Poetry suffers
by bleeding its meaning
from the cuts of its wonder!
in miserable happiness
without but within
a wondrous mundaneness
of insensitive sensibilities
that rapture my containment ...
Language is a constraint
which Poetry suffers
by bleeding its meaning
from the cuts of its wonder!
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