In my youth drawn by song into meter
and rhyme,
But with no sense of my place in it,
and no sense of time,
I've learned to treat great masters'
sweat-born inventions
As an Empire to fight against, as
merely conventions,
So I cover over them, thinly connect
them, bite into them, a spider.
I'm no author of record. I'm only the
unwriter.
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