“I Might Have Said”

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“I Might Have Said”

I might have said a kinder thing,
But at the moment something came
To mind that raised a salute to its aim
And forgot the target. Like the pebble of a classic sling
Shot, true but misaligned, contention is as varied
In its course as its atomic weight. Aimlessly, intention
Grows inward against itself, layered, ingots of invention
While the season’s end comes forward wary
Of its purpose, hubris, perhaps! steeled in enterprise
Far below the nature of its own creation. Self apprised,
The archetype is compromised by its own adminstration, surprised
By no less a thing than what it is—perfection, antidote to crisis—
More, but less than what it was. Where nothing reigns, love remains
Supreme within its station. Where light and fire are both abstract,
a moment’s immortality rests with nothing gained.

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2 responses to ““I Might Have Said”

  1. my aim, seems never true, too. You’ve described to perfection my inablity to hit the barn door from 10 paces… (although methinks the barn door moved…not fair) x

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