On Stevenson Syndrome Poem by RIC BASTASA
On Stevenson Syndrome
lowly
writer are you
dwelling
in an indistinct island
namelessly
if you write about
the rain
it is nothing but simply
rain
your sea is not
their kind of sea
though
its blueness
is same without
shame
unless you are a
Louise
when he writes about
the rain
and the sea
and then
suddenly everyone
becomes
crazy
figuring out meaning
where
actually
there is none
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