Something Possibly to Do with Art

You regularly leave things in the middle – diddle
on with this or that small section of the whole –
when, uncontrollably, another part cries out for you
to complicate the fold – and there you are again –

amassing disembodied limb and tint and mind and hue

and heart: something possibly to do with art: scattered
hints, perhaps tomorrow, with some luck, you might
just find instructive – if Imagination will resuscitate

its pluck, permit the blessing of some coalescence –

wait to bait you into the creation of another singing
thing. It’s the sort of random outcome some deep
yearnings have been not unknown to bring.











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