The great intellects in their work leave
Maps and plans of a starry world.
I am a scrivener as such thinkers go.
I know no silver constellations, no blue
Hydrogen nebulae nor infrared suns.
But, after all, I know a sun that depicts
an aspect of the thing I have in mind
It burns gigantic above the pond
To which all minds visit sometime in their time.
But when they go the pond still bathes the stars.
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i didn't have a clue what it meant unfortuanately, but i liked it. Mainly i thought that it was lacking some sort of rhythm but i love your rich use of diction such as 'hydrogen nebulae' and ' silver constellations', the only thing i could suggest is to spell out the story of your feelings rather than pour them onto the page. Dont think that im being mean by saying this - im not because i do it all the time lol and its a really hard thing to do - buit theres some really promising stuff going on. return the favour? thanks xoxo
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leanne.m
September 11
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