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some kind of introduction
I don’t know how to begin. This is a beginning. I don’t know how to avoid cliches, so I won’t try. I have been busy being born, becoming real. Before this I was unreal. Before this I was desperate, I wrote as if I was being chased down, I wrote as if time was closing in on me, I was scrambling to find the words before there were none left. The impending collapse of myself had been festering in my body like a prophecy – in verse. And it happened, I collapsed, I caved in and found life. What