am I speaking for myself
or some idea of what is
necessary or appropriate
which it is much matters
whether profound or trivial
am I me or is this a pose
might be another question
if I were Keats and falling
in love the other misbehaves
and all is lost and over
or merely a verbal construct
insinuating into the glass
fashion showing feathers
no poet should disdain
remain himself and true
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