Trial & Error

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I try to
erase the paths,
yet I find
myself
retracing
your steps.
Had I been
a hermaphrodite
snail,
I would have
gone back
to my other
half,
blissfully
speeding
on the rainbow
snail trail.

But
every building is
a daguerreotype
of an encounter.
The stubborn stucco
clings
yellow with jealousy,
the cherubs
accusing me of
a roundness
we never had.

Waiting for the
sword
of the gargoyly
Justice
to cleave
my vertebrae,
I suckle
the remembrance
seeping through
the cracks.

Waiting to
putrify /
petrify,
I try to
unlearn
what you
never
taught me.

Waiting for
illumination
through stultifying
repetition -
chanting the mantra &
waiting.
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