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.
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