A poem to St. John's CollegeThe world has lost some of it’s color some of its splendor. I’m not stuck in a rut,A poem to St. John's College
but I am just above a singularity Then Then I open the mail and read the letter. Something stirs. Something rises. My soul shakes loose its cob webs clears away the dust. It pulls at the chains
and they snap like the brittle twigs they are.
I’m flying high, I’m soaring, just as my eyes fly from word to word I’m … I’m smiling. Truly, Genuinely
smiling. My first in weeks.
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I totally digz your drawings. You are well on your way to artistic genius.
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Interrupt the continuum of the everyday experience and all the normal expectations that go with it.
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