The promise I once made (a poem)

A cut-up poem of sorts, made up from lines (or parts of lines) taken from poems written during the last few months.

There’s a dot at the edge of the whirlpool
the one in which you have all the free time in the world
to do whatever you want

When the clocks changed hands,
the source of my confusion
got tired of watching

There are secrets and secrets and then
the description is what it pretends to be
because it’s still necessary

When they cross my mind
I bend slowly to keep from breaking
paint dries on the canvas

Now it means something

(24 July 2017)

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