Please not to dive too deep
or seize too hard, firmly or
insistently upon something
I put, which I then declare
overthrown and disowned
by mine own mind and
heart, subsequently.
I sent it, then unsent it, so
that meant it stank.
I discovered its scent
in a fuller tasting swallow
was bull shit or bird seed,
at any rate nothing to dig
a hole and drop in. Nothing
fruitful can germinate from
the disowned wooden acorn
I carved and tossed, or rolled
down some way wherein you
…stood, caught, or perhaps
stooped to examine.
When I disown something, there is
approximately zero (0) percent (0%)
chance it is "how I REALLY feel", and
zero chance it is "what I really THINK."
No, it is void. Annihilated when I disown
it, for I first fully-owned it, and only then
found it cracked, busted wide open and flying!
In a sphere of diminishing sharpnel... . .. . ..
. . . . .
. . .
.
. .
.
Feel free to claim otherwise, but
cite your basis and supporting detail.
I suspect and reckon you'll find
you staked your claim in air,
and have been hovering
there ever since like
a wily coyote,
oblivious to the long,
far,
fall
you seemingly crave.
"Meep eep!"
ERR ERR
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