Otherwise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


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“We overfill our lives, hoping more will make us feel like we are enough.” Ellie Roscher


It's full,
I'm busy,
there's much,
I can't,
not now,
overwhelmed by
waves of everything
overtaking my life
with a depth unexpected,
while yet completely
anticipated, at least in
my mind, on paper, as
the voices of the wise
posited with each sharp
intake of breath, I told 
you so, which seems 
less right in the moment
of I think I can or, why didn't 
you say before you entered
this moment, with a "well I
thought you knew", of course,
but of course I didn't, 
otherwise I would be otherwise,
of course.

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