A Delicate Imbalance

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November 2009

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Bored in class and felt like writing. Didn’t know what to write about, so I just started writing random one-liners.

This is a working draft for a poem in blank verse—a very rough, working draft.

I aim to brand the world insane;

I aim to dismantle the heavens and exhume the earth,

To eradicate and create

with evaporated tears and mineralized blood

I aim to yawp for them and me,

To say, “Come, this mountain be the highest!”

To point to the diamond-strewn sky

And behold the suspended crags as I shrink

Downwards

Into human nature.

Nov 12, 2009
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