Lethe, oh Lethe. Help me forget.
This world is all too much.
Too much to do, too much to think,
Too much too much too much too much
What
What
You say?
Did
Did I?
What?
The River rumbles on leaving behind it
Nothing new
Melville isn’t an optimist. He’s caught up in a monkey rope
Unable to live his life
Art is an angel, a deamon, a skylark
Confused images and broken diction
Why?
Why?
WHY?
Why not?
F*** you.
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