I failed or was I foiled for multi-layered reasons
known and catalogued by goblins, witches, gnomes,
or by the scales of justice
not evenly balanced
between necessity and need?
Need tips the scale
and immobilizes me
from that moment of knowing
yet the ogre of necessity
licks at my mystic flavour
till everyone can see
it’s swallowed and digested
the substance of a woman.
(Photograph by Frank Bennett, New Zealand)
Foiled or failed; to no avail
the nightly contemplation
for necessity sucks dry
the moisture of desire
until dehydrated needs
flip up into the air and simply disappear.
A backward glance lets me see
nought remains but a dream,
a recurring dream!
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