Here, right now, I am a self taking place,
strangely getting smaller.
The solitudes we came upon were full of trellises and pendulums.
Not the first afterthought:
what if this divergence also diverges and so on and so on?
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Some accounting’s underway, composed of chiding, shifts in tone, redirections.
Surely one or two rumors
eventually craft a context where they’re true.
In the space allotted, provide an answer
to a question no one’s thought to ask.
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One arc might be ordinary empathy
finally become strategic.
Century, upon inspection, what a lot of footdragging you seemed to do.
All the vying people do
to name the focal point of where the butterflies have been.
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Honestly, when was the last time a seized person exclaimed,
“Eureka!”
