(taking off the rubber tip of my pen)
which sadness is this?
innocent me jostled him for the train,
his spectacles broke- "your happy birthday"-
I stayed home for the day.
His eyes were safe,
got glass in my teeth.
Which one is this taste of failure to be guilty?
Love will restore 3D to my live existence,
wherein, following fatherless Browning,
I may hide from the fourth....
Really, I don't feel.
Fiction, following, fend off pain.
Nonsense!:-P (-a foreign cat calls)
You will see!