Limits

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I know my limitations
they are many
they are very, very, very many
unlike others who don’t have any

to live within them and go without
I’m done pretending there are other choices
done as ‘too much’ is done with ‘many’
other choices are just other voices

poems rhyme towards the nursery
written quickly, quickly unpublished
like my limitations, hurt me
in the background like a story

when I started as a poet
when I gave up on all poems
both moments like some search for power
neither one my finest hour

I know my limitations
more than ever
because I’m very, very, very clever
a bad poem is forever



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