What good are poets.
Do they burn in hell?
Sir, I think not.
Let’s not complicate this further by saying meaningful things.
From a dead poem
Some were castles in the air,
It’ll be a different view,
From your side.
Everything in this world is natural.
The effect does the cause does the effect.
that the reams
of books and oceans and sirens and screams
is just lost.
In the reams
and the books,
oceans, sirens and screams.
communication, and it’s consequent, organization
Reevaluate the value of consolidation
Everything has to be more complicated before it can be simple.
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सुबह की किरणें कब दोपहर की धूप बन गई, पता ही नहीं चला ।
Multiple overlapping untiled windows on a desktop are like open books, rough notes and coffee cups strewn on a single desk just large enough that your hands can reach all the corners without you having to move. Cluttered and cozy; multiple gnomes of possibly interrelated information in your visual field, hollering for your brain to bind them in a thread of aha.