It was that quirksome I moment
Which I know you also encounter
It was home alone in the oneness
With each move or breath we make
A pause for the soul
With no one to pass by
An effortless experience
With joy to wonder why
So I steadied the ship
And entered another’s text
Into the hard-back black-book
After A what is to come next
But it is On Raglan Road
Where first I must tread
Once more towards The Gresham
Where men of Cloth are fed
Knowing all the while
That there the doppelgänger runs loose
Catching me by the coattails
With her glimpse for a noose
