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Who will read these lines?
An older version of myself?
      (wiser, or just older?)
A few friends in whom I confide?
Will I get guts someday
To show them to an agent?
Will I read these lines in print some day?
Will anyone else ever read them?
Will I hide them away,
      then some day after I'm dead,
Will someone find them?
Will anyone seek out what I've written?
Will anyone remember me?
Will they ask me to give lectures?
Will they give lectures about me?
Will I be rediscovered?
Will they read my juvenilia?
(Can I be embarrassed when I'm dead?)
Will someone throw this paper out?
Will they be able to read my handwriting?
Will this work be lost?
Would anyone miss it if it were?
Who are you, reading these words?
What right do you have to read them?
Do they speak to you?
Are they nonsense?
Do you understand?
Is there anything to understand?
Is this so much drivel to be tossed in the wastebasket?
Can you chart the influences of others in my writing?
Can you find themes in my work?
Will critics love me?
Will critics hate me?
Will critics be aware I ever existed?
Did earlier writers ponder such questions?
Did they think that centuries later we would still read their works?
Did they expect to be forgotten?
Did they think about how other writers were regarded?
Did they wonder what earlier writers thought?
Who are the writers we've forgotten?
Who are the ones who wrote volumes
Which were not preserved?
Why weren't they preserved?
Were they uninspired or uninspiring?
Was it just an accident of history?
Were papers lost during wars, fires, floods?
Are they waiting, yet to be discovered?
Were they almost talented, but not quite genius?
Were they ahead of their time?
Are they ahead of our time?
What does time have to do with talent?
Were they simply too mediocre to bother with?
Am I mediocre?
Will anyone read these lines and care?
Does it matter?
Am I writing for others, or myself?
Do I write to create art?
Do I write to express my turmoil?
Do I write in hopes of achieving greatness?
Do I write simply because I must?
Do I care who reads this?
Would it matter if I did?
Can I stop this questioning/writing?

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