It took me a couple of weeks to find out on account of differing social media, but reblogging my ghost poem for Lucan seems to have become a yahrzeit tradition in certain quarters of Tumblr and I find that wonderful and unexpected in itself, but discovering that a phrase of mine has become somebody's touchstone is almost inexpressible. I hope his ghost did get into the acknowledgements of their dissertation. Their dissertation sounds like something I really want to read.
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- 1: It's two in the afternoon and thirty-four degrees
- 2: Waiting for you to call me up and tell me I'm not alone
- 3: Don't know me now, then you'll never know me later
- 4: I know you're waiting for me in secret places
- 5: Do you believe a person should be some kind of answer?
- 6: How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
- 7: But I was cruising Gawain in the mist
- 8: All of it's golden, my body is floating, I'm still alive
- 9: Why don't you ever let me love you?
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