Mistake
I forgive my own inefficiency
or
at lease encompass it, acknowledge it
invest in it with every exquisite
step in the wrong direction
To be the lover who can't hold back
or holds back too long
the child dreaming of a perfect circle
surrendering his frame of reference
again and again and again
the dead salt spires of hyperbole
the warm human blunder

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i like that poem.
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