There is always this fear
that you will get caught first
writing poetry, a virtual nonsense
or dreaming in a language of speed
type one word and quickly hide
as if lines were a bad reputation
that will follow you everywhere
that open you up, like a second tomorrow
there is always this fear
that you will have to recite verse
like you say your prayers
in silence or before everyone else
a new stop to shaky tunes
this happens when poets do work
manual in dirt
or in offices
this is the fear
that only stems from an imagination that knows
to write in short lines instead of long ones.
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