I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.


Walt Whitman Said It Better Than I Ever Could

These are the strange in-between days,

a fever dream I can’t escape,

the unsettling quiet after the war.

But is it after or is it before?

Stuck in purgatory in this place.

All I ever wanted was more.


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