Another Sweet Ebullience

 

Your story keeps absconding with itself –
you had it neatly wrapped into a sweet ebullience –
and then it came back morphing all its characters
into a random range of unknown creatures,
whose new traits and fates and features,

while not terribly unpalatably strange, were now

conniving to pursue a different theater from the one
you loved and knew – a cast unutterably foreign
to the last – a lot for you to swallow, because
you’re forced to turn your page and follow them 

onto heir stage: you have no voice to alter their

direction: no choice but to submit to this unalterable
insurrection: construe a brand new tale, and find
another sweet ebullience in it – find the makings
of another story to regale, and spin it.









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