Attention Deficiency
I’m sampling here.
Ripping-off a crime
against the whole.
Royal beatings.
My violence bears
it away.
FICTION fashioning
fact & faction by
natural rejection
according to
my will be
done.
I choose THIS.
Throw the rest away.
Cellar or attic, under
the floor boards. My
efficient attention
deficient to what
don’t suit my
fashion.
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone. Emily D.
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