by Amanda Blanchard
(North Carolina)
the words have reached the end
they're falling off the page -
there's nothing left to be said
there's no more room in the books -
the library is bursting
imagination is dead -
our brains are shrinking
every story's been told -
all conceits are conceited -
there's nothing no one's thought of before
but all thoughts are new,
it's the way that it's said -
the life that's breathed in
to words that seem dead
will always inspire
those who have read
something written before
about something written before
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