An Initial Slowing Down

Would you rather work with something practical or beautiful

I'm going to a skilled matter sketched in snow
An animal let loose and sauntering
Figured it was something I didn't know,
where each page contained the letters of my name
and ripped out weren't they, all of the pages

A flourish of silence,
this winterkill approach to abandonment
like ice floes or an exact gauge buried dangerous

Whose descent would you choose
if opposed to the commemoration galloping away
from a remembered upheaval

If I don't leave I won't
knocking down brambles, anything, something smoother

Cast off and ingratiate a current swelling splendor
that I couldn't confuse for consideration

I've given up to it,
the supplanted signaling roughing tragic.
The need to know by not knowing
or searching secret I was
and missing the point where I entered

I'm not a single soft target
lined up and strong and satellite and thirst-
there's simply that always

Me with my own light
I am only that calling
in splintered half-ness
a lack of vocabulary

Making it up
Gone mistaken in a gentle missive sent vague

My hands collapsed and handing over the fence