My poems are like little planets
that never seem to have enough gravity
to attract any more mass than they acquired
in the initial burst of inspiration at their creation
Every now and again they are hit
with a meteorite of new verse, but
I'm never satisfied with the longitude or latitude
of a word here and there, so
I am compelled to edit out
a crater equally as large
as the impact of the new text
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