It will take me
away a way
and just as long
along this trail
to finish and start
as it would
if I weren’t
but I am
so late lately
I must madly
leap and hop
thought over thought
step back
a half
step away
to the left
then again
in quick
succession
of indecisive
pirouettes
a medley
of mad
attempts
to fix
the flux
pulsing along
my periphery
like St. Elmo’s
fire dancing
around about
the main masts’
lines taut
with the dainty
gentility
of high tea
crumpets and scones
displayed
with such
bourgeois glee
as I descend
again within
the sidereal day
knowing full well
since the well
is so full of air
the seemingly
unimportance
of all
the importance
which clings
to all
I hear and say
like cake
crumbs
tongued
from chappy lips
until all
falls
and’s
said
then done
and I drown
in someone
else’s tears
(September 26, 2014)
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