compulsion

what 
must you make
beautiful
what
cannot be left
alone
cannot be let
be
must be shifted
just so
out of shape
by minute
destructions in
massive
increments
away from
what it
is
into that other-
a familiar
form
of nonsense
a false
confidence
a bother
borne as
need for
assurance
that you
were there
and if
nothing else
another space
in which
you could
not help
yourself.

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