, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

my brain is full of cogs,

making me feel like a sop.

first real week back in the most important year,

the last,

but prior engagement screwed up my kickstart,

so things are kind of sputtered,

when I muttered the differing interpretation of what constitutes the normal path of what a man’s walk could be.

And my personal experience,

with Oedipus most stabbingly similar,

and how I fail to see how an injury, an extra trial to carry and build the character through the burden, could be so different from a normal mans path.

My literary juices just need to think more clearly and study and prepare more closely.

Now to dive into Dickinson–