the greats they had
books and
therefore had to guess
and second guess themselves
lacking the luxury of
publishing every little
(later terrifyingly deserving
of regret)
naked thought in all
its
never looked in the mirror
to examine its beard
glory
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the sieve and the sand 
Hahaha, three thumbs up for this one! (Still laughing.)
thanks… this is the one i wrote down on old fashioned paper while i was away from my computer… it took me a week to transfer it to the more durable medium…. amusing in its irony.
awesome.
Hopefully during the papers week of stagnation, it didn’t grow anything resembling a beard either. Then again, that might be kind of cool. Living poetry or something. Maybe we should run with this idea…