You must do what is
your wont,
but I
would not ask you
ever to go back to
that place where you
thought to
uncouple from this world--
Better not to recall
how close it felt
that I’d wake up
to find you extricated from
my life,
and pausing with the detail’s permeation
to observe the precipitant opportunities
(my head becoming a supersaturated solution
cooling to room temperature, casting down
granules of relevant insights)
of stopping your fantasies for an hour,
a duration of a cup of coffee
or a slightly shorter night's sleep.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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