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something something blah blah--
insert here: important words,
find your story and stick to it.
Nothing I know as truth comes
out right. Nothing I feel strongly is
risked in the human earthquake.
Nothing changes without
doubts and accidents all around.
I continue following my course out
of fear of change, the future, catastrophe.
I don't know what a catastrophe is;
I wish, once, I could shake the
innate human fear of death and
the rich blackness
of creative destruction--
to see the look on your face
as I speak something
without swords.
I stand weaponless and defenseless
while my stomach turns in knots,
not twisting upwards to the tongue
quickly enough to hinder
a natural phenomena--
a one which, unavoided and unconfronted,
tears my nights apart.
I could be considered the patron
goddess of disasters waiting to happen.
Don't you agree: We will all rue the day
when I lose my self-control?
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