Of concequence

When I was young I was the person in the book wanting to tell my life through poems I was writing about an interesting thing, or a myth, or an atrocity, for we lived in atrocious times, but really the poem was meant to be about me.  But I could never work out which myth or atrocity to choose so I wrote nothing.  Nothing of concequence.

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