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I aspire to wind as high as the Eiffel tower, to be like Carl Sandburg. But the lightning rents the dream and I am left in my slow descent through the thick night to ground. |
Copyright ©2009 Ashi Shadow - 5/1/09
After reading Fog by Carl Sandburg (who is already one of my favorite poets, and objectively possibly the best poet who ever lived, in some ways better than Pablo Neruda, though I think that in terms of absolute-best lines ever written, Neruda probably wins.
Viscous added after first write, though still during first version.