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i spent a day thinking about words
which exact
the appropriate
the accurate and useful
exactly planned today
and only today or any other casual day
but definitely not today
not to write any words
mine
to use the words of another poet
another?
of a poet
exactly three poets
and poems, these three, i had them in hands
decidedly flipped through a book
looking for the appropriate words
the other had already decided
and the third, perhaps the first
the book that i finished yesterday
or may i have begun
because books don't begin to truly be books
to be something
when we forget that we read them
and we remember its name
or the author
or simply the place where we stowed it the last time we stowed it
and after so many plans and decisions
i get to the end of the day with the certainty to write these words of mine
simply because i am selfish
and i prefer to fill the world of words that i sign
instead of giving momentum to who wrote much and much and much more than myself