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07/30/08 - (2)
Unidentifiable If, in fact, I'm feeling so abjectly anonymous tonight, What, I wonder, could eternity possibly hold for me, Portend for my endless futurity, When I'll be forced to spend the rest of my destiny silenced, Especially if I die before my soul is immaculately born?
Thank God I don't, won't, and never will know. After all, how could you expect a renegade poet like me To own up to who he isn't, Confess that his anonymity has something to do with him, That his reclusiveness could be a sign of divinity,
An attribute to be blessed, not rebuked, reviled, A gift to be worshiped, not rejected? Indeed, that I'm totally unidentifiable, even to myself, Might be a sure sign that all the stars are aligned And that by tomorrow, I'll have lowered death into my grave.
07/30/08 - (2)
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