i'd say the #2 has etched its genius
on the pale, ruled stock for the last time—
(imagine when Paul said that, scribbling his
preach and practice between the lines at the foot of a fiery cross)
but the truth is, my work is ephemera;
the etch of a keyboard stroke imprints only
as long as the flaming feet of a
hurried conflagration.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
i'd say the #2 has etched its genius
on the pale, ruled stock for the last time—
(imagine when Paul said that, scribbling his
preach and practice between the lines at the foot of a fiery cross)
but the truth is, my work is ephemera;
the etch of a keyboard stroke imprints only
as long as the flaming feet of a
hurried conflagration.
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