An Attitude Of Ending - Poem by Michelle Claus
An attitude of ending
is the engine of my craft.
All my days, my hours, my now
I’ve been jotting on scraps -
I am my epitaph’s rough draft.
Nothing of this copy can be erased,
crossed out, revised,
edited, or perfected,
not even the deepest regrets can be deleted,
so all my moment-notes and aphorisms,
babbling blunders and fumblings,
in abundant awkwardness for sure,
are permanently scribed
on scraps of time
with a grave and goofy mind.
But what the heck,
for all my lack of certainty
and all my found finesse,
I address the instance with an odd urgency
and strive to write my uni-verse.
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