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Wednesday, July 30, 2003

I’m the one that’s writing something secret in the shadows.
I’m the one that’s following.

Independent thought only happens when I’m in the background.
Poetry happens without ceasing.

I’m the one who is talking in circles, split between a dozen themes.

I’m the one who made up a language so I can talk to myself.
I’m the one who writes simply because the paper listens.

I’m His servant.
I am my Beloved’s.

You won’t find me dancing.
You won’t find me telling the great joke.

You’ll find me skipping through the parking lot after work.
You’ll find me in a perfect uniform on the way to work.

You’ll find my nose in a book
My head in the clouds,
My pen is expensive.