Hello, I am a Poem
I am not this poem
I am not these words
I am not the mind behind them
I am not even the speaker.
Hello, I am a poem
I am this moment in time
A conglomerate of thoughts,
Writing skill, unconscious mess
Lathered on a page electronic,
Manifested
Momentary
Temporary
In some ways over before begun
Or completely unnecessary
With each period,
or the last period.
Hello I am a poem
Not the lips that utter me
The fingers that wrote me
Nor the brain that notioned me into being
I’m gone.
Goodbye.
-justin
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