This lithesome, wistful wastefulness, The poet's proposition "I is...." The relative silence of the inarticulate pang, The hand half-ruminant 5 That will twitch to write.... There is no center to the soul Who's numb circumference Is ghost and goal.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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