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Jan 2020
I tried to figure out your poems for so long
I was becoming one;
Line by line
I absorbed the ink,
Dissolved into the paper,
Tumbled into random commas.  
Only to emerge when it was complete

What was complete?
                           ­        “Exactly.”
Some  poets   don’t even know the meaning of what they themselves write.
Written by
Alexander  F/New York,
(F/New York,)   
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