09-13-2023, 02:16 AM
I took care that the only one-word line is circumference.
Usually when I talk of shells in some 'mystical' sense, I'm referring to qlippoth, and/or humpty-dumpty logic.
Continuing this line: Humpty Dumpty falls, and, maybe, from his strict manner, the Fall delivers him, from the sheltered Garden. See, HD, not Hilda Doolittle, or D. H. Lawrence in mirror-reflection, is sitting on the Wall that surrounds the Garden. He is both confident in his authority and playful with his reality, at least in letter. He seems genuinely perplexed and certain.
And all the king's men are allowed to shove their own lances into their own graals, for time is but a death sentence
placed on a cloud,
the winner and the loser have the same bar to attend,
and Nat Wood is as beautiful now as she was when alive.
I, that's me, am Bright Simplicity. And in this poem, I'm not referring to humpty-dumpty logic.
Usually when I talk of shells in some 'mystical' sense, I'm referring to qlippoth, and/or humpty-dumpty logic.
Continuing this line: Humpty Dumpty falls, and, maybe, from his strict manner, the Fall delivers him, from the sheltered Garden. See, HD, not Hilda Doolittle, or D. H. Lawrence in mirror-reflection, is sitting on the Wall that surrounds the Garden. He is both confident in his authority and playful with his reality, at least in letter. He seems genuinely perplexed and certain.
And all the king's men are allowed to shove their own lances into their own graals, for time is but a death sentence
placed on a cloud,
the winner and the loser have the same bar to attend,
and Nat Wood is as beautiful now as she was when alive.
I, that's me, am Bright Simplicity. And in this poem, I'm not referring to humpty-dumpty logic.