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THE ORIGINALITY OF THE PROOF

I was there when they first noticed the buckling wall.
Tomorrow the certainty will block off
A part of consciousness I need to keep from
Victimizing my larger ambition
In the name of what is meet and right.
Then, when a prayer or something like it
Parses my dream of a wilderness with ghosts
As a prose not begotten of grand pianos
I will commit the process to a new standard,
One that can fit on a band on a bird’s leg.