I thought I knew to what I had been bidden.
It turned out that I didn’t.
And so I sat down to pursue
(attempting not to think of you)
the free-hand exploration of a line
that I could make be mine. It all went fine.
Until I couldn’t keep the thing to me.
It fled my frail hegemony.
It kept initiating unintended toursthat finally revealed themselves as yours.
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