1800

Eighteen hundred.
Poems written by Emily Dickinson.
Place where the Will  
of  
the Quill -  
innovates in the elaborate Expansions of the Spill.
 
Her -
In her dynamic world
 
World of wooded abodes and odes of exploration  
of the human spirit  
 
In the weave of the words, Spellcasted  
into the Vast  
 
A freedom seldom seen by  
the fraternities of modernities/split up in lit up machines of -
 
Everything  
 
*   *   *
 
But here we are
 
The same stars/starlight broken apart and converged across space and time  
 
*   *   *
 
I know what you did because I did the same thing