A Poem by Maglia Weaver Twill


Soon it will be over.  I have all the
dimes I need.  I have all the vocabulary I need.
Rules are driving us forward.  Do you think you
understand?  You understand, but
can we understand something new today.
I gave to much advice,
torn dresses, torn fabrics for crafts,
or just the ripping obnoxious beats

say if
Elizabeth says “if”

say oneself
Eliza says “oneself”

spelling isn’t important they say
east is no better than west
best truths are no better than just truths
believe in something and when your beliefs change let’s
express ourselves and inspire ourselves to do something much better
need nakedness, despise the ugly theories that create misunderstanding and
error, although you won’t know how you are failing though I’m walking ten feet off the ground

someone won’t get me out of here, it’s nice here
Elizabeth is the prettiest name, I don’t want to stop it’s a hope a
belief in speed of successive attempts, to get hearing the same words
over and over.  It’s not a theory, it’s just the observation first, whatever you can remember

sometimes there is a dryness to sickness
eastern star is an order
community is an organization to bring about a purpose
accepting, opposing, different, dispel the incorrect theories
revel in the minutest expressions, when you were tired, most tired that was minimalism
everything is
dry up
trainers, they
overly bothered by those rivers teeming with life

© 2014 Maglia Weaver Twill

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Very intriguing. These references to Elizabeth?

A mind gone mad. But in a semi-coherent manner. There must be some truths, best truths or just truths.

As you can see, difficult to critique your work, but intriguing.

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