If you had asked me
ten years ago whether I
would be here today,
I would act aloof
and maybe indignant too,
and I'd say, "Never there;"
And yet here I stand,
tending a secret garden,
chasing Caroll's dreams.
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Sorry it's been such slow output. I went from putting 125% of my energy into school straight into the garden. It just happens to be 1:23 and I'm buzzed and listening to Kanye West. So, you can imagine the state I'm in. But in any case, what I wanted to say in this note is that I'm watching my poetry/style/subject material transform (albeit slowly, but transformation non-the-less). It's scary and thrilling and mundane all at the same time.
Maybe I'll consider going to sleep now...who knows? I certainly don't.
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