It was last summer during the war
One of many times I ran away from home
I came down to the river to fill my water bottle
There was a prussain soldier not much older than me asleep in the clearing
I watched him for a long time before I realized
He wasn’t asleep
He was dead
And somehow that clarified things for me
Understood that what I needed
To be come first poet of this century was to experience everything in my body
It was no longer enough for me to be one person
I decided to be everyone
I decided to be a genius
I decided to originate the future
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