Monday, May 5, 2014
Sonnet For The Psychoanalysts Comments
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When sleep dissolved that super-Freudian dream
where featherless harpies mated while they fed,
I could not find my body: but a thread
of blood on fabled stairs, through mist and steam,
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7/30/2025 6:27:54 AM # 1.0.0
Very rich in imagery, I liked it...if I was a psychoanalyst, I'd say you had daddy issues or ate some bad Thai ;) keep up the great writing....please check mine out, thx....