You see the world in measured meters stalled there under a sonnet sky toying with lyrical beginnings folding stanzas grasping slowly drowned metaphors The answer…
You see the world in measured meters stalled there under a sonnet sky toying with lyrical beginnings folding stanzas grasping slowly drowned metaphors The answer…
Never wage war with a poet she will mire you in collective nouns a scourge of spiders scampering about alliteration of anger cacophony of screams…