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The First to Follow

this old poet, one of the first, to see your wave, when he was playing knick-knack paddy whack on his shoe, the old poet then played two, and said, yes, I will follow you Please imaging-imaging that old poet with a glanceable cursory, a small smile whispered, with entourage of a nod and a wink, stands, knowing he is in the delivery room, a witness, to first steps of a babe starting a new life marvelous miracle by touching a button, a new line written, not crossed but connecting by pressing "Follow" with a finger from a hand, a human fringe, attached to a breathing mind and a thinking heart, the first to follow you, a ceremonial gesture of innovation magic incantation, a new moon blessing, a living person believing, remembering, the longest ago, his first own graceful acknowledgement and eyes speak, yes, I will follow you the new poet, astonished at this induction to the smallest Hall of Fame that they alone own the only key, study that number, that number 1, the first to follow, kinda looking over their shoulder to make sure the old poet still there on the morrow, sure enough there are now two, safe in the back pocket, a tabulation of humans who speak volumes of trust, saying, yes, I will follow you the old poet, imaging-imaging the babe, dancing round the room, invigorated, challenged and the faucets pouring, can't write it down as fast as the trains arriving disgorging, words unique in new combinations and the rush of blood from heart to head to those newly literary fingers bleeding happy creatures of creation as if they are Noah setting sail to save us with verbs and adjectives two by two all for now species unheard of the old poet wants to send cautionary notes, the path strewn with frustrations of no inspiration ditches and inescapable cliches that sound fresh but just aren't, the disappearing satisfaction, the inability to get it just perfect, and so many obstacles to be prophesied, but he does not, these things must be self taught, today let it suffice the initiation, the first crowning of **yes, I will follow you for this the way of the poet 10/16/17 5:09pm**
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Oct 16, 2017
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what an honorific terrific

to be the first to follow

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