EACH TIME IS NOT ITS OWN TIME ALONE
Each time is not its own Time alone
But contains within it
All the Contradictions
Other times may bring it.
Here I am tired in the morning
Beginning my day with weak lines
Who knows when in the course of the day
I will come alive
Perhaps I have just now
And writing these lines
Proof
Of my real
Poetic Existence.
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