“It is important

to stay sweet

and loving.”

Kay Ryan

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Do not go.

.

Your incremental leaving

Is my tradition

.

Bright land of meadows and swamps

Stockades lunging out to sea; and away

.

Is a lighted corridor of words.

Arch of comprehension

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Walls, immaculate syllogisms

Fleet-footed in rebellious whiskey

.

Clutching at inevitability

Poetised to luminescence.

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Wrinkled voice of spinster mermaids

Mocking from the warm obelisks of waves

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A surplus self, in avalanche of mood contagion

And persistent usability of things;

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Shaped only if submitted to the tyranny of therefores

Incarnated in imperious implications

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Tasked to rewrite regret as a flamed sensing

Of air that should have been you

.

Of smoked mackerel that no more

Shall be eaten

.

Of cupfuls of coffee

That now are twice

.

As many; of disrupted rigour

Of morning’s cyclical riddles

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Of otherness that will

Again distance itself

4,000 miles away

.

I must go

And in my going stay

Sweet and loving

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