At 41
I almost went
into a trap
but was sent
a map
of the senses
by the deuses
ex machina via
a phone call
so I went out
dancing alone
into the glance
that becomes water
Leave weddings
for thunder
and alight like the summer
despite winter warnings
Abate and desist
in orderly fashion
Soon we'll insist
on therapist sessions
Who has the time
has water is water
and who comes after
is on time every time
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