It’s been more than
a decade
I’m still learning how to be
still apprentice to myself
Still learning that
to argue takes you nowhere,
just a deserted road
of rambling words, thickets
of verbiage
Still learning that
any narrative
seems to have the theme
of not there yet,
developing as the character
discovers he or she
is someone else, the genre
unclear from the outset
A pin pushing its way
up a mammoth hill,
the sound of breaking
and movement.
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