good poetry, good poets:
you are all so o v e r confident
“ceaseless, your poetry will never cease”
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but the heart, the engine, the brain,
even the decrepitating body,
gives many visible warnings,
we can be done in so easily,
we can be seized.
by a tick bite, the sugar’s refusal to convert,
the minor cuts, that take months to heal,
everything small as dangerous as an artery blockage,
a single cell of an illegitimate growth,
the small easy, too purposefully ignore,
but that does not mean no registration
this, then, about me and a bud of a free-thee-well
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