A Frankenstein monster stitched cleverly.
Ink, paper, words - alchemy setteth free.
Dreams of characters I couldst never be
and worlds for which I yearn in some degree.
Before I did consent, I wast but a
blank canvas lying in wait. With each page
I am reborn - renewed! - and reinvent
memories I integrate. Becoming
someone new, yet familiar. Forever
changed, never singular. A creation
of true literature yond endeavors
to live and breathe. Never entirely me,
merely a sum of the pages I gleaned.
A monster born of poetry indeed.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Step Aside Shakespeare
Poesíain which I torment myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets.