‘…suddenly, there came a rapping,
tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
t’is it was and nothing more…’
…you have come and tapped so often at my door
and I have but put my ear to it, soon I will
come and open it…
is it sadness and entropy that engenders such
enmity for life or might it be enthusiastic anticipation
upon the entering a blissful transcendence?
For Magaly Guerrero: imaginary garden with real toads/Twitter Me a Gothic Poem
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