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With My Eyes Closed

                                                                         

Tonight, I composed twelve carefully chosen lines,

Into four tightly wound, tersely woven stanzas,

Consisting of fewer than a hundred words.

 

And when I finished, I celebrated my accomplishment.

John Milton, in his blindness,

Dictated, to his daughters, the entirety of Paradise Lost,

 

Over a period of six years,

Devoting his tedious, arcane mind, meter by cadence,

To disclosing Satan's disgrace of God and mankind,

 

While I, with my eyes closed, needed only 97 words —

A mere pittance of his prolix "epic" —

To tout the grandiose drama of my heroic rise from fire.

 

 

 

                

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