On Trying to Tell Anybody Anything

 

No one reaction serves:

two faces verge

into the private view preserved

in silence by the inner eye –

perhaps intending to supply
another soft injunction:

surrendering into a subtle
inexplicability again.

Who knows what faces think?

Questions drink hypotheses,

erect conclusions – bend

and slip – collectively collapse.

Imagination swerves.

No one reaction serves.









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