because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

deja vu

maymont tree

for you

my imperiled soul

suppliant

unfelled, infallible

unbounded delirium

strewn with withered strands of crepe myrtle

trespass where dreams run

over sodden fields of trampled turf

fall flat and hard

on unremembered white rock

and wake up accompanied

alone

again

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