Re-Do

I am afraid of becoming a recursion 

a memory of a memory of painting decks and scaling trees

renewing, refurbished

original aversion

blossoming romance or filthy reconstruction

of the you before you before you before you

cynicism end of times

tickets for far never travel

everything made a raffle

oh fuck oh hell may it not be true

I want to know more

soaking in the cold impartial moon

asking her hand, a chance

to forget all I’ve learned 

to retry our dance

a change

a possibility

fragments bind differently

take it – this time