Like Me

Unpredictable disturbances

assert themselves –

exert themselves

in the unpalatable business
of perverting every sense
of the exquisite fitness of a thing

to which he’d thought to bring a merely
reasonable expectation of what it surely
ought to be –

now all is an inconstancy –

whose Golden Avatar
arrives to soothe – to smooth –
to show him benefits of unexpected flow.

All that he can say is No.
And so
the Golden Avatar decides to go –

to leave him irredeemably,
if merely metaphorically,
at sea. Like me.







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