by Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
..

If critiquing the classics is allowed. I had a piece in my head about Emily Dickinson:

My other cat
Is prominent
She never leaves the attic
I think she is into some hobbies
When they invent in their head
It could be poetry
Or mathematics

I gaze at flow of strands
Defying symmetries
Aesthetic laws could not apply
Or lock the grace
I see it all
An air sculpture
A mobile, a waterfall
A cloud placed
Within a mist vignette
A gentle jungle, forest of unknown
Enchanted, play of lights, so nonchalant
A living halo, open secret
Harmony
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