from The Method by Sasha Steensen

28Nov08

I thought:
The Method, so happily recovered.
I am the one who called us all together.
I driven time.
I wars and waves.
I was.
I go over sea-lanes rife with fish.
I did not.
I saw a shadow on the water.
I know this situation makes a perfect poem,
but I will not.

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