The Enormity

a poem

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this
is how
I struggle:

none of this 
matters.

every word 
I write
is another word
I’ll never write

for all the books
I pick up to read
there are millions
which will stay closed

every walk I go on
might be the last walk

every night I go to sleep
I might not wake up

the endlessness 
of things to do
the enormity 
of possibility 
derails me 
like a trainwreck

and I am lost
among the weeds
and the words
and all the wild things
I’ll never see or become


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