my brain is full of cogs,
making me feel like a sop.
first real week back in the most important year,
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–