woods-paused

November 7, 2024

Every plan had a flaw
Pried every board from the floor
Pride before fall but he felt sure
Both hands wrapped in gauze
Stole fire from God, your Lord
And I’m just wonderin’ what she was thinkin’ when she paused
What she was thinkin’ when she paused

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“Would you care to know the real tragedy of poetry? It is that poetry is, nevertheless, a privilege of aristocratic birth, and that all privileges lead directly to the guillotine.”

Jean Cocteau

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