Was it what I was going to say - you’ll never know,
the best ever offered guess suggested it more-or-
less a non sequitur anyway, which seems to fit all
those prior occasions where we wrested sense of
a kind from the mess that lead it; then there’s that
enigmatic pause - perhaps a hmm, or ahah, when
the mind clears haze from articulation botched by
forgetting what it was that I was just going to say
© 6 February 2016, I. D. Carswell
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