Poe Vs. Cicadas

Was it these goddamn
August cicadas Poe heard
ring the thin moon all
night against the high-pitched sky,
or just fucking tinnitus?

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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