as this poem

was being written

     written

     a word that stops

     long of being

     sufficient

another poem

was being read

and by its end

was about

my brother


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if you need to contact me

I would be moderately happy
to know

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the poem being read
predicted a lake
surrounded by death-

in fact
it is something
it still
predicts

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result:  one in three brothers betrays the fourth

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my son may never  walk
but when he kicks on his back
these are what we call

his bicycle legs