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part of the problem
is i don’t like to solve the
catch twenty-two
of the maze,
of the slalom.

i stay in the columns,
i sink to the bottom,
of the pit
where i sit,
and shift into a goblin.

like a stranger gollum,
deranged, yet solemn,
until there’s waves,
in my veins,
and i don’t try to calm them.

-m.p. 07/14/2014

Originally posted under title “SLALOM.