I know only the last loose end

dangling like a dare to my determination

in my mind it's set to stay

I tied it up in every which way

and now must feel for the groove in the air

that will lead my hands to those threads

to make real what my mind has orchestrated

however unreal it may be--

perhaps vectors of grace were finely cut

or a dull mind blundered and scattered

all concourse in the doing

but after this loose end comes release

if eagerness doesn't undo me--

another clod breaking free of the mound

and falling free to the dark--

oddly--released at last--

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