When They Left Him Home

When they left him home,
which they would do a lot,
he generally knew the spot
(quite clear, for there were very few)
where it would likely reappear.

There weren’t many that apparently
would qualify: it had to be a level surface,
very high, so high that he could not espy
more than an oddly radiating tendril,
curve or tingle floating out and over –

just enough to watch commingle in the air.
Faint expulsion here and there of color or a line –
hints of a design: all he understood
was that it was complex. This vexed.
Burning was a craving:

show yourself and make a speech!
That’s when he discovered
every lesson worth
the learning’s
out of reach.

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