Again I look in the mirror
and all I see are blank pages
naively I look to you
thinking you’ve got the answer
I look back and see
unintentional mistakes and close calls
at the poetry reading
I heard applause but did not trust it
my pay stub comes and I think
I fooled them for another month
I listen for the voice of God
but it sounds suspiciously like my own
even my name was intended
to destabilize
the earth keeps spinning
the world stays dizzy
and I take a small ragged comfort
in surrendering to the chaos
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