It's weird. I'm supposed to be writing a paper on the Garden of Eden in 1 Enoch, but I find myself writing poetry instead.
It gets more weird because I don't write poetry. I'm fairly confident that I should not be confident in it at all. It's really crappy stuff. On the up side, I'll get to play the "misunderstood poet" card if no one likes the stuff I write. Win win right?
It's coming in quips and snatches and writing it down before it wisps away is like chasing piglets. It has no coherence or literary unity, just turns of phrases that I like. It's new age man. Real deep stream-of-consciousness stuff, like Joyce.
And no, you don't get to read it.
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