Poem

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I can't remember the last time things got messy on the couch,

but I know it’s been awhile.

I wouldn't mind too much if it happened again

sometime soon,

but it would have to be based on understanding:

what is objective

and what is not,

what trees make for best sculpture,

and how a color wheel works

when it touches down on surface;

and how the precious thread that runs through everything,

holding the bigger mess together,
is perfect background for what can happen on a couch.