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Thing I Just Wrote
Sep. 29th, 2014 02:59 pmTrying to drown out the quiet,
the thundering of possibility,
the space that whispers to be filled
by you
when you're not even sure there's enough of you
to fill where you already are
the quiet asks too much
or knows more about you
than you do
(Post-Script: the past two nights I've had random bits of dream in iambic pentameter. My subconscious is way more clever than my conscious is. It's annoying. My conscious does free-form and thinks it's accomplished something)
the thundering of possibility,
the space that whispers to be filled
by you
when you're not even sure there's enough of you
to fill where you already are
the quiet asks too much
or knows more about you
than you do
(Post-Script: the past two nights I've had random bits of dream in iambic pentameter. My subconscious is way more clever than my conscious is. It's annoying. My conscious does free-form and thinks it's accomplished something)
