How many times do I have to learn
That my self isn’t solid?
.
In all my delusional excursions
Onto a throne in my mind
To
.
Chase a sleazy victory
Of separation and finality
I missed what I really wanted -.
The bone-gristle-cerrating
.
Ardor of fast-paced interaction
Which would yield
The inclination
.
To walk around on the golf course
By the river
With all the geese.