The extraordinary, truly envious thing about being a poet is that you have a realm of being in which no one can nor desires to make you do anything. It can't be denied, you are useless to the ceaseless external engine. You are a sandcastle, whether pristine or sludge.
I hope you haven't done it all, or at all
I hope you haven't done it all, or at all
I hope you haven't done it all, or at all
The extraordinary, truly envious thing about being a poet is that you have a realm of being in which no one can nor desires to make you do anything. It can't be denied, you are useless to the ceaseless external engine. You are a sandcastle, whether pristine or sludge.