Oakwood Rambles
"I pause here only to gather my thoughts, but I am surprised at how much I have already observed."
"I pause here only to gather my thoughts, but I am surprised at how much I have already observed."
Staring at blank faces while I speak / they’re like walls, plain and blank and even without interest; / now I’m frustrated and careless but flabbergasted nonetheless / as my tone it gets higher, the pace, it gets faster
I am content to know/ The protecting embrace of a maple/ Shielding me/ From harsh January winds/
After the Ides of March, four hundred / thousand pure casualties. / Darkness stole the glossy white pearl / Icy tundra untainted, solitary.
“What is it about our need to tell stories, to leave a relic of our voice behind for the world? We speak, but sounds dissipate into the air, ephemeral as our own lives.”
You ARE a moment/ you are a mystery/ blooming into infinity
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