What a piece of work is man?

Off to West Lafayette again. Need time away. Need the winding-hill roads, the silence of no voices, the anger of an engine pulling me along, away, toward.

It’s starting to become that I can’t remember a time when every day wasn’t filled with thoughts of getting away from (insert here).

What what what is this quintessence of dust….

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3 thoughts on “What a piece of work is man?”

  1. No, I haven’t had the pleasure. Came across your blog by accident and was instantly hooked. Hope to read more of your words in the future. (Am very interested in poetry, read voraciously.)

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