It's important
I disclaim
I cannot write
how I write.
I write about
how I cannot
write how I
would write. This missed
rhyme: my subject
object subject
conceits, I don't
object subject
object, object
to being told
I should though my
object subject
object is suspect
at best, inconsistent always,
organized for incoherence,
susceptible to self-idolatry,
dress uniforms, broken
game plans, stanzas
as cairns to my
ability
to stack stones I
wish I wasn't,
pretending I
wish I wasn't,
fucking object
subject object.
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