ah a poem title born & borne:
what grows more intense with time?
the dulling of the keen of love? surely no…and yet too likely
hatred? sometimes; but it is more likely to self extinguish…
the self~same poem read 1000 times again & again?
think not, but more like a groove in a track; comfortingly familiar
even disappointment becomes overly friendly,
even though you swat its encroaching fingers over and away repeatedly…it remains a bad friend
so what intensifies with age, with experience,
ever always with more urgency?
that present sensation that comes round,
when you lift the pen in eagerness,
the will ~ the need to
compose
propose
dispossessed of
those unique words,
kept for others
but mostly,
for yourself
confessing
in different ways
who you really
was
are
and
présent
willed to be
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
ah a poem title born & borne:
what grows more intense with time?
the dulling of the keen of love? surely no…and yet too likely
hatred? sometimes; but it is more likely to self extinguish…
the self~same poem read 1000 times again & again?
think not, but more like a groove in a track; comfortingly familiar
even disappointment becomes overly friendly,
even though you swat its encroaching fingers over and away repeatedly…it remains a bad friend
so what intensifies with age, with experience,
ever always with more urgency?
that present sensation that comes round,
when you lift the pen in eagerness,
the will ~ the need to
compose
propose
dispossessed of
those unique words,
kept for others
but mostly,
for yourself
confessing
in different ways
who you really
was
are
and
présent
willed to be
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