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‘I repeat myself’

says the sun

boring his audience with yet another

rise, another up, another

new, fresh, another

chance, another certain sure.

Tautology, redundancy :

there are things

not smiled upon

in business or

grammar or poetry.

Or poetry?

We don’t say

the same thing

over and over?

You don’t say.

Tell me another.

The wallpaper

of our lives is just one darn

novelty after another.

Shall we agree

to accept

pattern for pattern, up for up for up,

salute the drop drop drop this

endless wearing of us

down to down to

down to nothing is?

Poetry

sun

repeating.