other times i feel like im the spawn of an Owl; possessing all the natural embodiments of Human, consuming all the knowledge of the Novels that ive read, dressing in the fabrics of a fabricated Lifestyle.
i
stand be fore the World....Head Facing Backward; wording all my Letters n addressing all my "Feeling", fearing all my Sightings n reciting all its Message: effortlessly Miming all the Gestures that ive learned.
p.s.
when speaking of People...
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watch as a World....a Worldly world,, (blurring all its Color........smothering Texture) ,,sketches n Draws it with its wretched eXhaust:. ..all its perFection?.......inevitably Lost.
but
watch as a Poet....a Poetly poet.. ..opens its Vein....remaining an Artist, darkens all the Shade in which it CHANGES a world; with simple black n White.