Monday, April 6, 2015

(Attempting Not to Think of You)

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 tours
that finally revealed themselves as yours.


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