Moving Without Water

I can’t write
I can’t do anything right
A.M.Watkins

The greats were not chosen they made their own,
The pitiful were not scorned but scorned themselves
The meaning of meaning is semantics
The depth of a plumb line is in Mark Twain…
I rue the day I read Mark Twain In Vain
I was only trying to escape the PAIN
Of knowing I am moving without water inside my brain.

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