I love you when you
fucking interrupt yourself
midpoint right through what's
inevitably, clearly going to be
a really good point -
'Cause your eyes got wide and wise,
to see the much better point
you could make,
shape,
rise -
And I'm hit!
skewered!
pierced!
with it
Surprise! No,
of course I would be,
but
with loving attention paid
to point made, I wanna
draw you back,
your attention to
the point you
broke in half.
Yes! The point you made!
Valid point - good point,
that last.
But
Where were you going with
the other one?
And despite how I point to
original basis and aim, the trajectory
tracked, that you cracked, broke
to sunder and maim,
for your sudden-discovered
new point! To make!
- I cannot get you to revisit
what has now become
"Irrelevant.
Fake."
(to you)
Why I love that
is up for argument, but
I say: it's because awesome.
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