withersoever

You turn my mind whithersoever 
you whim, and what steams out 
streaming forth is warm.
But nothing so much as you
didn't expect - it appears 
to be mastery, no.

It's benign neglect. With an interest 
to keep it so, and no interference 
intended by hand, or mind or eye 
so decisively-turned, and turning 
each which way plus loose, I've 
learned.