First, what it’s not.
It’s not to shock or cajole anybody into feeling deeply
in
some act of narcissistic displacement.
It’s
not to try to make somebody feel what I feel dammit.
It’s
not to “confess.”
Not
to imagine anyone is “me,”
including
me.
Not
to make a big thing out of it
but
to let the big thing
(and
there’s always a big thing)
make
something
(never
itself)
happen.
Little?
Never.
Sneaky?
Right.
Have it have more ambition
than God
and
don’t permit a bit of it --
remotely! --
to be mine..
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