That Damned Thing










 
Deprived of time;
Hindered by miles;
Faced with do-nots that rhyme;
How it conquered thy being,
there’s no way of telling. 

 
. . careless:
Lizards are eavesdropping;
. . . careful:
Mice are screeching,
relentless
in their hole-digging . . . 

 

. . . best part,
this,
and that
damned thing;
though strangely conquering-
are in melody . . . 

 

. . . eyes are lighting up;
enamels are sparkling
all the way down,
so evincing harmony . . . 

 

. . . guess,
this,
and that
damned thing
must be
such
wonderful things.
 









 


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