Poesy is the Eternal Roar of the Sublime vacuum cleaner of Time collecting up the dust particles of human insignificance and lifting them up, up, Up - to the immensity of incandescent Brightness shining with, yes, Redundancy at times, yet at others not.
Poetry is breastfeeding the beautiful, terrible crocodile of existence. It is the last word to say before going into oblivion. It is Jimi Hendrix swimming in feedback and playing the Star Spangled Banner. Charles Bukowski scorning all poets. It is needing words, loving and hating them. It is all things and nothing. It is the whipping backhand of Justine Henin. It is bullets and flowers and silence deeper than the universe. It is the ultimate freedom of speech. It is joy.
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Poesy is the Eternal Roar of the Sublime vacuum cleaner of Time collecting up the dust particles of human insignificance and lifting them up, up, Up - to the immensity of incandescent Brightness shining with, yes, Redundancy at times, yet at others not.
Poetry is breastfeeding the beautiful, terrible crocodile of existence. It is the last word to say before going into oblivion. It is Jimi Hendrix swimming in feedback and playing the Star Spangled Banner. Charles Bukowski scorning all poets. It is needing words, loving and hating them. It is all things and nothing. It is the whipping backhand of Justine Henin. It is bullets and flowers and silence deeper than the universe. It is the ultimate freedom of speech. It is joy.
i miss u ada limon :(
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