Someone next door is still knocking.
This getting comfortable is the business
of thieves. A straight hanging, a cornered
wall. Which do you think would win
in a duel: preponderance or nuisance?
Opportunities for absurdity and polish,
not like one would be missing anything.
If you could end up anywhere in the world
how could you ever leave your room?
What tapestry of promise could undertake
an arsenal of cigarette smoke and ten
pounds? The answer: a pretty well-wrought
tapestry. My negative capability exceeds
me, no wait, I mean proceeds. I am still
waiting to exchange my circumference,
this box inside a box, torqued in preparation.
I am ready for the white walls you’ll say.
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 
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