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“Sound becomes the waves emotions ride / To surf into memorial chemicals”
“Write opii through this pen / That resonance may echo between Einstein’s daughters… pick up your bed and walk.”
If all you have to talk to is yourself, wouldn't you split into three personalities, too?
I wonder if that's why writers often say their true characters have 'muses of their own'. Are we mirroring the creation of the universe every time we write? Is this our way to harken back to it? As flimsy as it is?
Excerpt from the Usurper Kings Poetry Collection, an inspection of the feminine through time.