began composing next poem, one written next. last poem read, poem writ — Steve Erickson, Rubicon Beach

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I began composing the next poem, the one that was to be written next. Not the last poem of those I had read, but the poem written in the head of someone who may never have existed but who had certainly written another poem nonetheless, and just never had the chance to commit it to ink and the page.

Steve Erickson, Rubicon Beach

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