Not all of us have the courtesy of years
to hone our craft; each day
feels like the end of all that came
and not the first to come,
so you write what you can
and let them leave the nest
and hope one might survive,
like an infant dinosaur hatching,
the jaws of all the things
that erase what our minds create.
15.11.2025
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