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Poem: Completely 

There are more poets

than anyone knows

what to do with.

In the night we

stare hollow eyed

at the unmarked

face of forever,

and scratch and

scratch to make

a mark that says,

I am, I want, I was.

Missing the point


  • A poem by Cliff Henderson.


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