I had written what I felt,
Noticed to each end,--
There was no error...
No misinterpretation...
No ploy in intention...
Just a slant rhythm.
In which, words, spare,
Devoting to its extremest clause,--
Explored the abstract...
The metaphysical...
The classical...
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 11:14 PM UTC
I had written what I felt,
Noticed to each end,--
There was no error...
No misinterpretation...
No ploy in intention...
Just a slant rhythm.
In which, words, spare,
Devoting to its extremest clause,--
Explored the abstract...
The metaphysical...
The classical...
"How do I feel? Who knows..."
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