do
yourself a favor and
let bygones be
all the temptation you need –
never more than a whim’s peroxide

however much it may hurt
obfuscate the preternatural urges
called upon by your impulsive slavery –
kites will never do without the wind

don’t wind your string up
year after year
only to lose the tail kerchief
blazed along the sun’s horizon;
no one ever sees as far as that.
instead,
hobble up the road
overly sure of yourself without
cause or justification.
knights are dark, but poetry is love
& doing it thus
holds enough answers
for the time being.

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