A License to Revere, a Privilege So Awful

• Today in privilege: urpped eating
• massive Windows updump
• my laptop won't poot post
• shitdown, I need hard boot
• start up, once up putt sleep re
• fresh sleep putt refresh think
• I have a warranty I *can* fuck up
• my computer I called Dell
• think let them into brain
• click legal, drive me
• fix me, fuck is wrong with me
• Original problem still fresh resleep
• the fuck in my brain ate my passwords
• All but two posts a year tagged My Complicity
• many of them Fine Metaphors Abound

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• A poem of fears in seven installments
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• Today in Your Grandfather's Bands

[I wound not paint - a picture - ]

Emily Dickinson

I would not paint — a picture —

I'd rather be the One

It's bright impossibility

To dwell — delicious — on —

And wonder how the fingers feel

Whose rare — celestial — stir —

Evokes so sweet a torment —

Such sumptuous — Despair —

  

I would not talk, like Cornets —

I'd rather be the One

Raised softly to the Ceilings —

And out, and easy on —

Through Villages of Ether —

Myself endued Balloon

By but a lip of Metal —

The pier to my Pontoon —

  

Nor would I be a Poet —

It's finer — Own the Ear —

Enamored — impotent — content —

The License to revere,

A privilege so awful

What would the Dower be,

Had I the Art to stun myself

With Bolts — of Melody!