There are a lack of general principles
and analytical reach. There are.
My precious treasure.
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something that I can’t resolve with mind
she clings to analysis—my savior
she clings to—something? harmony
she’s wondering about her clothes
The poetry analysis, the poet as an analyst
Would like to wipe away any traces of analysis, those leftover tears. Would like to sprout, this damaged amaryllis.