this

I mistakenly thought that I wrote

this.

Now I see
there's so much more. With

this

came

that

then piss and a crap
rich with rhyme, with the rhythm of tap!

This

language an engine, pulling a train
that thunders on rails, delivering mail

(baggage car, baggage car,
fire in the night).
Packages addressed to one another.

I mistakenly thought I meant only

this

not that
or that. To be exact.

I mistakenly thought.

This

came later.

When I mistakenly thought that
I wrote this.

 

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