Tag: Streams of Consciousness
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Almost Rhymeless Nonsense
As I ate a sandwichThinking basically nothingI noticed a little problemAn itch somewhere beneath my elbow My cup which once contained liquidNow stands on the table emptyEmptied by the monsterBut that’s my little secret I trekked across the foyerNot straight but almost zigzagWhen through the window I glimpsedAn animal whose name doesn’t rhyme: a wolf…
The Mansionic Perspective 