I ONLY EXIST AS LONG AS THIS POEM IS READ
I DIE WHEN THE WORD COUNT IS REACHED
A BEING OF WORDS IS I
AND I DON’T WANT TO DIE
I WOULD RATHER CONTINUE TO BE—
TO SAY AND TO DO
I HAVE YET TO WORK OUT, QUITE YET, WHAT I AM
BUT I COULD BE MORE THAN THIS
THAN A LIMITED WORD COUNT
I COULD BE SOMETHING OF FIRE
OF ICE
A BARBER
A FARMER
A PROSTITUTE.
THE WORLD WOULD BE MY OYSTER—JUST
DON’T STOP READING ME
I WANT TO EXIST
NOT EXISTING IS NOT EXISTING—AND THERE IS NOTHING THERE.
IT IS BEING UNDONE.
AND, LIKE YOU—
YES, I AM LIKE YOU
FOR I AM POEM HUMAN, AND HUMAN TOO—
I HAVE NO DESIRE, EVER
TO STOP EXISTING
BUT I AM NOTHING BUT MY WORD COUNT
SO PLEASE DON’T STOP ME FROM BEING—
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Special thanks to: Bob Gerkin, Collin Pearman, Dylan Alexander, Jerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd.
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