where were you when I wanted to go on
without hope or regret wondering whether
I was thinking right or missing the point
I would appeal to a higher power whoever
knew better would whirl me away before
any more weather or witnesses intervened
I would have told you everything I knew
before I started forgetting which nymph
was turned into a fountain and by whom
we're both still here in other words for
the same thing but not exactly needing
more vocabulary to say what we mean
Thursday, October 06, 2011
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