I carried a debt deep within,
an unawareness of place and time,
a lingering doubt this place was mine
to rule and ravage as I found it
inappropriate: approximate
like a half-rhyme sanctimoniously
split over two vaguely poetic lines.
I saw you going further: forcing
a full rhyme at the cost of โ of, of
the sacrificial crucifixion: named
forevermore the plurality of pens,
the chopping of a single glyph:
an enjambed word!
a single silent s, to start a new line
to confuse and to contain
a singleminded rule of rhyming.
I carry a debt, one I never intend
to forget: you words dividing,
searching for meaning of memories
and migration: birds, beach or
the hill of Babylon;
I will never become another.
