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Kunama 1977


Repetition

I sit and write a poem
that has been written
many times before;
and better

Is human behaviour so sterile and predictable
that I cannot write an original thought?
Are all human beings variations
of ones that have gone before?

You watch yourselves and others
going about their petty lives:
filling roles that have been played before;
and better

As the population that has come and gone
gets bigger
the chance of original thought
becomes smaller.

And yet
though the keys are the same each individual
plays the instrument differently
and therefore, each life,
though familiar, is different.
therein lies hope

Scott Mitchell

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