You ignore repetitions . . . fractals . . .
an infinity of repeats
and squeeze into a backbend . . .
departures circling in a rattletrap
as if and only if the unloved
forgotten . . . momentarily . . .
surge to forgiveness . . .
How many times will the times beckon
intimating disposable
without really thinking it through . . .
not unlike Wittgenstein's
If a lion could speak . . .
The probabilities at the table
in the windowless room
plastered with Vermeers
sometimes go viral
when bad stuff happens
and people want to confirm their confusion
or mystify their position . . .
Too precious . . .
Choose small in big
and with that the elements of chance . . .
Of course, you may lust . . . out of desperation . . .
watching sculls turn the stake
in an oil by Eakins . . . and You Are There
with Walter . . . Sunday evenings
at seven . . . always . . .
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| Wanda Choate |