Reading The ****** words of Ginsberg at dawn
Hedy Nash, John
You made it through deafness and insanity
To be finally recognised late in life
For your- now, but very much then- undeniable genius
And this fills me with so much hope
Though I still silently ponder death every breathing second of my life
The lleH I went through is obnoxiously Borin g compared to the mania of Allen, Sylvia and Kerouac
Which they painted with seductive/disturbing/seductive/mad words
I'm young and deeply scared
I'm young yet deeply scarred
I want to see it all in the next minute then be gone
Sep 29, 2022
Sep 29, 2022 at 5:18 AM UTC
Reading The ****** words of Ginsberg at dawn
Hedy Nash, John
You made it through deafness and insanity
To be finally recognised late in life
For your- now, but very much then- undeniable genius
And this fills me with so much hope
Though I still silently ponder death every breathing second of my life
The lleH I went through is obnoxiously Borin g compared to the mania of Allen, Sylvia and Kerouac
Which they painted with seductive/disturbing/seductive/mad words
I'm young and deeply scared
I'm young yet deeply scarred
I want to see it all in the next minute then be gone
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