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relentlessly describing

What kind of beast would turn its life into words?
—Adrienne Rich

Relentlessly describing
Everything I see
I got a magic eye
The world will notice me

Countless dinner parties
Living in the glow
Don't know why I'm crying
Feelings come and go

Candor in my vision
The covenant I keep
I see for miles and miles
But I don't look in too deep

Wealth and fame and glory
Always on the phone
I told a thousand stories
But I never knew my own

by Richard W. Bray

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