For My Past and Future Worries

For My Past and Future Worries

Greatness

is a lot

like falling

asleep:

you must

pretend

to be

before

you are

and when

you are

you aren’t

aware

you are

you just

are.

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Don’t read this:

This part is only here to reach the minimum word count, but why is there a minimum for poetry? I’ve got poems with no words, I've got poems with two. Even as I write this I have a poem dangling from my front teeth just waiting to drop! Spoil me with your brevity, I am the Rat King, after all.