I gave up at 2:00, sifted through the remains, keep and toss boxes left and right.
I tried. Keep, keep, keep until I’d rescued them all and asked for forgiveness
which words rarely give.
I promised, clean pages, a home I’d do more than visit, best intentions
Here we are again, considering signs and boxes
To fill with singled words, phrases without committed relationships
Yet it’s clear the issue is still the ideas….so many I’d put set aside
I’m not surprised
Ideas mingle, meet, match and seduce me to offspring
In a stream of words waggling tales,
no contra to concept in mind