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Once again the title is a reference to a Borges quote, my favourite writer. Once again the poem has nothing to do with the ideas of the story, just a sentence I found beautiful and wanted to expand upon. A fairly straightforward poem here.
I had so many ideas for this poem that it eventually became a bit of a mess, started as a sonnet ended up without even a rhyme structure. Maybe I've shoved too mauch in here? Might rework it a little.
Would love some critique
Translation of the borges story by Andrew Hurley. So credit to him too.