Becoming the Evil Dog
Over and over the night plays on this page. I’m in my head… “I’m in love with a scarlet whore”… She teaches me these nightly lessons… A beast I’ve become!!! Many faces shining in the moon’s light paint an image of myself which is false when held to the light…
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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