Absolution, Almost

Quadrilineal compartments –
separated by uncorresponding walls –
fall to you today as gratifying
metaphors for thought.
Today you’ve bought the structure
with its lovely starts and stops:

the geometric architecture
of beginnings and their ends.
Today there are no bends of ambiguity
at all. Temperament informs itself
exactly what it wants and feels
and thinks. Tonight it eats and drinks

with all the absolution certainty
can grant: a sturdy plant –
corrective to all vaporously
enigmatic dolor. That is, of course,
if one ignores the inexplicably
ubiquitously glowing color.

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