subtext

all these things have turned upon me

turned upon me turned and turned

I am tired of explanation’s explanation

to myself about myself to others

reciting and rewriting poems and lies

I know before I know what I have said

to say as I say it all again to myself

all these things have turned upon me

it does not matter or perhaps to seem

to matter what I think or thought

could happen or did happen or never

happened beyond my desire for desire

to turn my life away a way along a way

toward a resemblance of happiness