When I was single
There’s no signal…
(Did you really think
I would lead you to the brink
Of danger,
The Brink of War? )
When I was single
I was…a shell.
(How much was I really sure
You were that signal
For bomb release,
The Signal for the Gun of August? )
When I was single
A Tablet was crashing from the sky…
(If you were in the sweet-coated
Tablet, that controversial Islet,
I had no need to struggle for the daily bottle/battle
Of forgetness/forgiveness.)
When I was single
I was dialectical…
(In the name of love,
This insular love,
You became incredible anti-intellectual!
Love is always parochial, hence, dialectical…)
When I was single
I doubled upon my steps…
(For you,
Back along the trajectory,
That was so smooth,
Wedded aesthetic with violence!)
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