The Poem Is

Like a broken guitar,

A mini golf course for
A syllogism.

Why are beginnings so important?
Why is a broken guitar a disaster?

Is the grave coming up short.

And though I think all of this is folly
I am glad of its sometimes kindness.

A poem
Is a belly flop
In handwriting

By an angel doing a handstand
While going backward in time

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