were I to merely conject
ills just transribe
but not plan society
in a drama of written verse
but not propose the cause nor solution
in my mind's eye
thereby definition I
with all true thought and admonitions
to my being misguided
take second reason the upper berth
on this waylaid  train
running wild over tracks
through woods runaway
wild verily
ask me anything
I shall proposition you
with causes and admonitions
lay your faults on the parallel tracks
like penelope strapped
awaiting the next freight
as I waltz off swaying
to and fro
certain in my cause and dizzy
destination, a circular straight line I have focused on
that changes day to minute to
second, with my fuzzy
harsh breath I take
and nearly pass out,
certain
to wit I have what to
where I need to hash out and brevity
is not my best attribute,
nor is humility.