To have the thing
you love in hand
and know you
must remand
it to its solo
destiny –
becomes the
fee
you have to
pay
to keep the flow
and sway
and breathing
body and array
of trick and
strategy in you alive.
Sometimes you
think you’d rather dive
unconsciously
into the end.
So as not to really
know
there is an
end.
If there’s an
end.
.
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