Poetry By Chance
If I bow to the word
And you keep to the light,
If I live in split halves,
And you draw inner circles
On the skin of another,
If you daunt me nosily
And I daunt back the world,
If I live the questions
That curl around my vaunted solitude
And you thrive on quick, solid responses
Down the unsayable lanes of the mind,
Let us find freedom in the third choices,
In the nonbelonging of the day.
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