New challenges—they come by human endeavor—the chase,
much retrospection, a zipper on cosmos, unzipped, rain pours like numen ice. I would
dance differently—we tell ourselves; I would make proud the well-beloved, I would
put self aside; indeed, I would love until it hurt to breathe.
On another note—I would see better parts of self; I would
become excellence, all for the well-beloved: I would take a chance on
perfection: I would never fail the well-beloved.
Can’t
foretell challenge and spell;
Can’t
retake the final debate.
Too many spurts between kingdoms: Too long thinking
about improbability.
I would
claim anything for you—some sick poodle—ashamed of my actions.
I would
lie in excellence, promising to get it right, and failing you.
Humans face a greater problem—it stands in mirrors:
complete honesty will destroy us.
I hear it in the leaves, the rustling
of days, to hate and love one person.
