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Le Morte d'Auteur
                                       He knew that his immediate obligation was to dream.
                                                           —Jorge Luis Borges, from "The Circular Ruins"

How much easier it would be
to dream forever than to live forever
poetry laughs with language
at those who laugh at language
noises emanating from noses
at the one for whom it is easy to say "the soul"
but not "the soul of the fish"
boasting complications, qualifications
from the University of Irrelevant Location
what is wanted is the ability to discern,
differentiate, and manipulate
the experience when someone
persuades you to their point of view
and then changes their mind
multi-hued humans' fitness and sexcess
post-colonial coitus
how sex lets us wallow in our irrational core
if not for the serendipitous orgy
if not for the serendipitous orgy
well-known for being unknown
Dunbar's number counting down
like a television bomb
twenty-five years past the future
the only truly interesting culture
is the omniculture, improbably diverse
the allotment left for as-yet
undiscovered urges and impulses
the biggest constraint on poetry
is poets' ideas about poetry
poets of the line
poets of the stanza
poets of the poem
the ecstasy of embarrassment
of being proved inadequate
the rationalization of the minion's minion
the anchovy writing the poem
of the blue whale
those who face the truth
and those who efface it
accidentally or intentionally
unless intent is an accident
those times when the trivial
is the most nontrivial available
self-transcriptions that become more self
from anxiety to depression
from depression to anxiety
from each according to their disability
to each according to their greed
ashes at least were something else once
one's concern should be less with the pain
and more with the damage the pain does
the bravery it takes to weigh
what has been gained against
what has been lost
for life must end and dream must not.

All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.