pound-sonnet-1

January 21, 2025

If on the tally-board of wasted days
They daily write me for proud idleness,
Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the preferred charge allays.

Previous
Next

Thought:

“What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.”

Clarice Lispector

INSTAGRAM

BANDCAMP

YOUTUBE