I.
My name is John Statten Roman
There is something wrong with me,
I feel it tingling down in my bones
And I cannot explain it.
Even if I could it wouldn’t make any sense
I feel a watchfulness and it haunts me.
I lay awake at night.
Staring into the opaque darkness,
Listening for nothing but listening all the same.
Is this an illness?
Sometimes I forget myself
And I can’t remember what I’ve done
Or where I am
How I am.
This disturbs me
To no end.
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The Emergence
PoetryThere is a man who is named John Statten Roman and whose lifeline is strangely and inextricably tied with that of the beautiful and elusive girl, Zooey, and the mysterious and powerful figure known as Mardock. There is a city that does not exist and...
