"The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name." -William Shakespeare
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Paranoia
Human condition -- insecure
Drowns a man without a word.
He kicks his legs in helpless rage
To save himself from rising waves.
This cunning killer fills his head
With hateful words that no one said.
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