He bandied about
fastracks of guilt, an abbreviative insult
to meaning in forgiveness of self.
As analyzer hired to comprehend
the pivotal
discernment of his
grief,
it seemed incomprehensible to me
his laxly
uncomprehending
fortè
should turn out a false
innocence to be.
It was not until after he gave up
a crazy quest for
competitiveness
that true health of mind
was back for first time,
minus an addiction
predeliction
to be commissioner and referee
of his solo league
of tiddlywinkeeze
