...could be a training 'seminar' or a wake
don't ask me -
the answer he hoped to proudly give was:
"I do not doubt that you are correct.
I only doubt what it is that you are correct about"
He never gave it.
Not in small rooms, nor with raw emotions...
He just couldn't find a scheme or a structure
to organise his moments of greatness -
like when the epiphany about women's underwear came.
The poetry he liked to read was the stuff that just served as notes for something better
- still that lack of structure. Frills didn't matter to him, nor lace, strings of G's or the 'suzzy'.
He suspected there were others like him and had begun trying to locate some just before
he died.
Untimely, without warning or punctuation. He left behind people, with emotions, in rooms...
don't ask me -
the answer he hoped to proudly give was:
"I do not doubt that you are correct.
I only doubt what it is that you are correct about"
He never gave it.
Not in small rooms, nor with raw emotions...
He just couldn't find a scheme or a structure
to organise his moments of greatness -
like when the epiphany about women's underwear came.
The poetry he liked to read was the stuff that just served as notes for something better
- still that lack of structure. Frills didn't matter to him, nor lace, strings of G's or the 'suzzy'.
He suspected there were others like him and had begun trying to locate some just before
he died.
Untimely, without warning or punctuation. He left behind people, with emotions, in rooms...
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