Through a List of Things Yet Nature Has Done
Rapidly, my thoughts decayed,
in an ever linguring hopeless dream,
a fantasy already unravelled
mystically . . . & enhancing the
idea that twass an out thought
through thee onto a
spattered page of reality,
twas what had I in the
twassed Ire . . . less a
reality, hinder, heed fantasy
rightly, I do so, vigorously,
& become'eth twassed theeof.
Copyright © Matthew Rozon | Year Posted 2018
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