Write prayers that
you will whisper
before writing
those poems
you will think you
never wrote
Strange gratuitous
occupation To go losing your hair
and your
teeth The ancient ways of being educated
Odd
complacency (The poet doesn’t wish to be greater
than
others) Not wealth or fame or even just
poetry
Maybe this is the only way
to avoid
fear Settle into fear
like one inhabiting
slowness
Ghosts we all
possess Simply
waiting for someone
or something in the ruins
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