He sought perfection, and being one of a kind,
sought to fill the void within by addition to his person
of kindred spirit... or so he thought with all his heart and groin.
One plus one equals two, and what eggs may hatch,
during idle summers and churchless Sundays,
and liquid friction when tortured flesh cries out.
The urge to propagate spurs us to greater heights.
Thus, sought perfection is similar.
Ups are swallowed by depressions.
So, here we are, two years later, Daniel divorced,
hops a bus to Minnesota for purposes of retracing
his first hay romp as material for an intended novella.
And putting to mouth a straw from the family's barn,
as one would cigarettes lit to loin groan memories,
he draws a thousand year writer's block.
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