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Whiplash (part 2)

Exploring the possibility that I’m meta
phorically that I’m in a matter of speaking
(writing) expressing academic insecurity with
regard to what I do most every day and have

for over thirty years (splaying words as purported
lyrics) (and publicly) and versus (verses, ha!) (of
those lines stacked in totality) how many of them,
per page (let’s say virtually or otherwise) (no, let’s

not, that’d be aging myself) (I give too much away) 

are sonnets; and, well, what I infer if not with seem
ing confidence present as sonnets. Because, and,
yes. I have two academic degrees (while I dare not

speak for anyone else?) in disciplines one might call
poetry-adjacent. The impossibility of encapsulation.