You wrote something so that other things wouldn’t be written.
You drew me a picture of one thing and not anything else.
I’m trying to figure out how this applies to what you’ve gone
And done in case, by doing so, a solution to the problem we’ve been
Having no success solving makes itself evident. For the sake of
Argument, let’s say I’m a crime and you’re a clue and someone
Else, we don’t know who, is the detective. We’re on the Wind
River and it’s twilight and you have on your windbreaker of many
Pockets and I have on my boots in which I hide whatever needs
To be hidden. To be perfectly accurate you are barefoot and I
Have nothing to hide at the moment. Wild geese. Two butterflies
Of black and blue geometry. A coal train. Skid marks on the
Curve in the road that will point us slowly into a nearby cave.
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