Nov
6
Space
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.
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.
