I wonder how things sit within your mind.
Call yourself kind where I feel you unkind?
Do you hold to treasures I regard as rind;
do you reel-in things I have left behind?Are you seeking what you cannot now find;
deem yourself wise where I see you as blind,
feel stark distress as you try to unwind?
Do you think of me, or shut me out of mind?I wonder how things stack up in your head,
whether you ponder what I take as read,
step lightly now or print a weary tread,
still shudder at the deep wounds we have bled,sleep easy now without me in your bed,
Happy with your try-outs in my stead?
But plus is minus, North and South see red:
false, these polarities in troubled head...
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Bare Shouldered
Poesia"The difference of high Sensations with and without knowledge appears to me this - in the latter case we are falling continually ten thousand fathoms deep and being blown up again without wings and with all [the] horror of a bare shouldered Creature...