Scattered over too many books
always thinking this one might
maybe if I tore out the pages
finally get them shuffled right
answers that i tried to scribble
was I ever inspired or just grasping straws
never one there when you need it
in the dark numinous jaws
of a moment that could spill
escape and revelation
this one dropped into the tub
that one lost on some vacation
this one colonized by figures
that one I can't read my own hand
can't think of what but to stack them
dusty corners are the home brand
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