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A skirmish of desire

I fight the voracious appetite of distraction

But I eat myself alive

Like in architecture school

The room, the windows

The drawing tables

The long walk across campus on a fall day

I never fit in

Especially when they asked me to disrobe

A study in free-hand drawing

To loosen the wrists and loosen the mind

Long days turn to long nights

Lonely Colorado skies so big and bold

And all that I’m told

By the flagrant fragrant world

The smell of drawing pencil ash

The sword-like quality of the architect’s scale ruler

Staring out windows, the world an open vista

And I misjudged the trajectory of my life

In the blink of an eye

I said goodbye

And now I hunger for the old wounds

I long to eat time and start over