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in the mirror of your adolescent boredom

you see without recognition

the future of age, all the useless 

knowledge of everything that's been done

before and repeated

the sayings of idiots


how depth becomes shallow

and you end up staring from a car window

listening to a classical tune, realising

your interest in anything

is diminishing day by day

Michael Blackburn lives in Lincolnshire, England. Poet, desultory scribbler and decommissioned don, he is a veteran of ancient poetry wars.

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