Advice to the skinny-hipped ironist
You want to level the shoulders
of giants and reveal them nude?
Then fear no erudition for it merely
signifies another man who isn’t you
has enslaved a library, or a few,
synthesized a slew of narratives
the halves of which become you,
and woven in between the books
a story someone somewhere has lived.
Reference all you wish, writer,
for some day a man will reference you.