Gather chanterelles in unfamiliar woods,
Golden answers to earthy questions
Long forgotten. Or abandoned.

This is damned near all that remains from a poem called “Find Your Why” that started out with soul (really!) and promise, or so I thought. A remix of several conversation snippets laminated together with musty, loamy “glue”.

I’ve smashed it apart and put it back together again so many times that it’s starting to look like a cartoonish Mr. Potato Head. Better fade to Humpty…

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.

If only I could let it go. Be off, orphan! I can’t. It’ won’t. This then is one of the lessons of combinatorial creativity.

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