Response in Negative

1 February 2015

Wrote an extensive treatise
insisting Life is change,

having canvassed the canons,
philosophy, science, so on,

but centring on one life—
I renounce it all.

Should not have changed.
Should have stayed

cleanly bathed in my light-
house gaze, casting, in return,

his own glow. One consummate
arrangement, one time.

Couldn’t. The chrysalis split,
released a whole

other answer despite all.
What I wouldn’t forgo

to reverse, all the way back
to completion’s

precise source, that walk
along the shiny corridor,

pushing the tiny, trans-
lucent crib, asking,

exultantly, Is he mine?
Is he really mine?

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