Own

My own existence confounds me.

Everyone on planet Earth needs to be in a Dead Poets Society

~ short essay on the film Dead Poets Society (1989) and its most imperative message.

To sleep: perchance to dream: Ay, there’s the rub;

~ a poem about inseparableness

~ an incantation of chaos x creation x cultivation

~ a poem about the cosmos

~ a poem about that superior plane

~ a poem about flowing

~ a poem

Alive,
Or just a shadow