one could imagine
the fellow who spurred poetry
made this electric thing
whirr within me
as an abuser

this is a whatnot
mostly not
a pursuit without
cause or effect
and unappreciated to boot

elseways might say
now no escape
a life’s singular
objective not so much
a cage as a cloister

an unusual union
a gallop to nothing
in great haste to find
empty spaces
meant to be written down

it would be ingratitude
to construe the devil
who brought me along
as anything but beautiful
even if only as an absent glade.