Triscuits with Three Dabs of…

Intending to sit down and sort and organize

to isolate the best of what would animate

a comprehensive survey of the heart –

to take the big thing on and understand it

through each small component part –

to reach an overview from which one might

construe effects of influence and thus

project their impact on what one would likely

be expected to experience tomorrow –

to impart a greater force and potency

by borrowing from one’s anterior investigations –

not foreseeing a complete annihilation of one’s

fears about one’s ends but rather some

more simple lift: that is, to gather sweet

sufficient amicable data to permit a letting go –

to drift into the prospect of embrace by

unknown arms of some as yet unmet someone –

one took, instead, a break, and ate three

Triscuits with three dabs of whipped cream

cheese, chopped onion and an olive.

All was now resolved! A coda had evolved.

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