Bring On the Novel
My accomplishments piled in corners
insignificant after their cause
all the papery themes like pale mourners
that had beckoned and earned their applause...
But the dogma escapes with the clever
and the taunting, it tickles my lobes
because nothing is novel forever
and the morrow I'll wear Cliche's robe...
There is always another who's better,
and another who's thought while I slept,
and the rough and tough fired up go-getter
who can shine and show me as inept...
Because I have found warmth in the climax,
when I stood in the top of my league,
I find peace with Humility's impact
when the fresh steals the breath of intrigue.
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