Hal Y. Zhang
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I am peerless in regret. over all
sets of parameters (all the ways
one might hem and haw to Past Self)
my composite score has won,
said my doctor. when you sit in your room
eyes tearing at worldly flights,
are you afraid to miss sunsets?
does the wall cause more fear
than sulfur lights?
a perfect eight out of eight.
here’s the brochure to know exactly
what you should do like the gutters
knowing the rain.
believe in the impossibility
of the gravity of certainty
remember ceramics class: make more pots
not good pots. the paralysis of cold
wetness, potential is meaningless
until you choose enough.
these are the soft finger slots
the fire will tame.
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