The
jewels were set off long ago as fireworks
The
shoe or the sheer wonder of a shiver
Provided
whatever light it could
While
I provided harness for a knot-bun
Of
bone, sinew, and statistical analysist
Torso
of a man, head of a ram
And
all the glory that flows from a doner's clone:
Rag
and bone shop, call it whatever.
Having
never truly loved it and never truly followed
I
cannot say I have lost it, except in myself
I
have failed to act on my desire and lost where I had acted
On
the practice fields of imaginary private schools.
11/3/2016,
8:27 PM
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