Too Much Happens
A poem is small
And life insists on largeness.
My meta-excuse.
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A poem is small
And life insists on largeness.
My meta-excuse.
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all you have to do is dot your eyes and cross your arms, (not even that really)
Too much is always happening. If we write poems it happens; if we don’t write poems it happens.
Ha. Words of comfort, sense and beyond sense, you two.