The math is simple.
Shakespeare at 3500.
Bradburne,
6000.
Just over two thousand,
So far.
Ten poems a week,
Achieves such a goal in twelve years.
Twenty five,
A mere four.
Who will race me?
Fight me for the summit?
Or am I a lone savant –
Grinding towards impossible goals,
That nobody else desires?
Grinding Alone.
