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Looking For Infinity
The trouble with being dead, perhaps asleep in
my cups, dragging a quill across the parchment.
However, the ink is irrelevant with its shade of
pale butter, dripping from my mind's credenza,
blowing ashes to seal my fate. In search of
infinity, my corpse is predetermined to be a poet
in the Big Dipper's melting pot.
my cups, dragging a quill across the parchment.
However, the ink is irrelevant with its shade of
pale butter, dripping from my mind's credenza,
blowing ashes to seal my fate. In search of
infinity, my corpse is predetermined to be a poet
in the Big Dipper's melting pot.
Published 5th Sep 2023
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5th Sep 2023 3:32pm
5th Sep 2023 3:37pm
It's a tad off-kilter cattywampus but it stuck in my mind. Thank you for commenting.
