Who knows? It could just be that my furnace is broken, but I suspect that it is something more; in any case, "I cannot turn back now"
Transcendental Sonnet #1147:
Time Ticks Within My Bones
I remember not being cold all the time
Being the age of my youngest and charming
All the girls as he does through eloquent rhyme
Although my life was scary and alarming
And I was intensely miserable then
I remember when I was not always cold
Chill time ticks within my bones and I grow old
Therefore I must now put this house in order
As expecting unexpected company
Living with my disorder at the border
With insanity in close propinquity
I grope for hope and keep my hand to the plough
In equipoise of what is and what will be
Having come this far I cannot turn back now
For a time, I perched myself on a flat rock, comparing my life with the Guyandotte River. Just as its tributaries replenish it daily, changing it in some small—sometimes great—degree, so have the day-to-day occurrences of life changed me. Like the ri
Asa D Seeley, a young Afro American man, shares his struggle to leave his past behind as he reaches for his future. In his one-of-a-kind style, he searches for answers...from the visible & invisible. A Memoir in Poetical/Prose form.
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