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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Ode to Nothing (III)

Or a short note to Harold Bloom

A poet may chase
Self-importance the way
A snake swallows its tail
But let me presume to say
That being a weak poet 
Is neither simple nor easy
Yet a sound choice as well

Why revel in insecurity
Why such sturm und drang
Why not let the metaphors
Fall as they may and
Embrace the null set
In all its glory since
Soon enough Self
Consumes all contingency
When the jumbling tower topples 
We settle into vacuity instead

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