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First Poem

A Poem

The first time is not unlike an exorcism:
Brash verbs see the light,
Tired metaphors cling calmly to heavy word constructs

The next time is not unlike a re-birth.
New words spring with premeditated tense murder,
Language — bloody, clubbed by hungry pronouns and adjectives — stellar.