MAYBE NOT THE IDEAL WAY TO PROCEED
We cavorted
went head
to head
compared the surefire compromise
we had to make
laboured the comparison
between polar opposites
detailed the conjunctions
between
two circumscribed lives
and, under strict supervision,
loosened our tethers
allowed our
shadows
to waltz, tango, samba,
breakdance together
behave like popular conceptions
of writers, poets, dictates
that we should
strayed (hip-hopped) so
far from the truth that you
might be brought to
swear that
the point
was missed entirely
so
resolved (as if
signatories) that next time
(or if ever)
our words cross paths
that we delegate
to shadow
everything to shadow, realm
you have barely no sense of
so starved of
knowledge of all
we have
spent lives excavating
need to
plumb some of
that darkness to
have any
hope
of progressing;
ever hope to proceed.
