Maybe all my words are
two-bit. The truth is never
complete. A poem is never
finished.
What if I stopped this one right
now? Would that be okay?
Experience is experience, wrapped
in one word (prestidigitation),
a phrase (well, God bless) or a whole
year of being (which, of course,
would be a long parenthetical).
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