What is it about a verse that begins to depress and prose that immediately will suppress the irate thoughts bubbling over to the edge, suppurating wounds of wrath and distress?
Simple it is to ask, you who with duties and pain, hobbling along the shore on broken toes from the answer you'd refrain.
But write a demented ballad, broken sonnet or useless stanza. A rune without a rhyme, a cripple without a crutch evading the axioms or abstaining from truths..you would stifle in scrivener robes when poems begin to spill over.
Simple it is to ask, you who with duties and pain, hobbling along the shore on broken toes from the answer you'd refrain.
But write a demented ballad, broken sonnet or useless stanza. A rune without a rhyme, a cripple without a crutch evading the axioms or abstaining from truths..you would stifle in scrivener robes when poems begin to spill over.
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