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I keep proving I’m not god’s gift to
the world by trying to prove I am:

is a big ego the shell of a rotten
egg: well, I think not: is a big

ego the size of the emptiness: not
what is full but what wants to fill:

whereas, doesn’t the worthy person
excuse himself over and over, saying

until it makes your blood boil, I am
unworthy, anyone can do it: the web

we weave when we practice not to
deceive requires more training: with

a straight move, you can lie and
deceive: but to be honest you must

work off all the impurities, skim
the scum, strain out the niblets,

fine-tune the flame, before the simple
truth is simply said: it’s so easy

to be crooked, no wonder so many
people head straight for it: I, trying (and

failing) to be honest, shrink from
easy identifications, such as being

a member of a movement or school or
kind of behavior: it seems it would

be so easy to be outrageous, yet it
must not be because so many look

worshipfully to that: no, no, no,
I say, and back off: no, no, I don’t

want any of that: trying to be
honest, tho, is so colorless: it

has no flash or gimmick, no clear
category: it will get you million

and book contract nil: I haven’t
even been called an environmentalist

yet: I’ve been called a nature poet
but that meant human nature, whatever

that is: ha, ha: wit from pain,
tears from joy, love from violence,

a cattybiarsoned world, oh, yeah:
oh, yeah