I think I sat behind you that one time. Perhaps twice, it could – might even be more Than just an off-chance, singular affair With your Swift, sour, soft, sweet, indifferent hair The moment described itself as I learned. Sinusoid, … Continued
Trochees, like life do seldom falter first. Indeed, the stress at first is not the worst: The sentence under pyrrhically traversed The path I chose of iambs, in this verse. Enjambments that were utlised before Will find a way … Continued