Thursday, January 26, 2012

Cacoethes Scribendi

Is it that I feel this part in me
Is it that I heed this heart's envy
Do I write for death an epilogue 
Or write for life a gaily ending
Was it I who sought the pen to sing
Was it pen who wished my words to bring
Do I write for verse a deft prologue 
Or write for prose a pale for cast 
Will I forsake linguistic's past
Will I invent it time to last
Do I write of man with depth in song
Or write of I in depths of wrong

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