by Emmit Other
I'm not just from a fictional reality
I'm for practical purposes as a writer
Fictional
Worn bundles of words
Stacking up like cardboard corpes
Piled all around me
Not the bottom of my heart
But proof that the same number of robots
Viewed my test
As view the call for Rhombus's facebook page
In other words
No one reads this
A tumbleweed in the literary world
So while nominally an extrovert
I've finally found my introvert
At this point
There is no reason to scribe
Even for my poetry
Except that which I choose to
This is for me
And me alone
Thus gentle reader
My reader is myself
And I can live with that
I wish you well
We are only just beginning.
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