poem 7

April 8, 2007

They want a revision.
They want a reconstructed line.
They seek out newer ways.
They seek out better ways.
They tackle the old ones with vigor.
They demoralize the first creation.
They perform surgery on a light
   a transmogrified sunbeam.

The only light that burst in my brain,
   they want recast.
The only verstion I could imagine,
   they want recast.

I want to rearrange and improve,
   use a sorcery I only imagine.
But these words are stone on impact.
   so I’m denied the ability to start again.


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