i'm a poet in the dieing republic of the day.
this, interspersed with ignorance
and a many few chances taken;
upon the grounds of nothing.
i take pride in collar and suitcase
full of literature and thought.
we're a pea pod many.
i'm glad i'm not so alone anymore.
i am more so in a sense,
yet the way john updike praises
the art,
i feel holy in this fitting.
a collar of such a strange variety.
the very insensitivity it takes
to create the senses we want.
i'm a praised lord in myself
a single person
among so the many, in procession
of absolutely nothing.
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