Day 315: To Be Known
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i sank deep
and into his knowing
like my breath
was paper he read me upon
and turned –
till i changed.
what canon is made
if not by the page?
by the letter, in fact,
by the eye.
but eyes close
as do covers
as they lay over bodies
of flesh
and of work
whose epic tales
still ceaselessly spin
though no longer read
by their reader.
alas, we post-humous poets
who never knew
how much we’d been known
in the days
that our stories were penned.
there is more,
more
that i wanted
to say…
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