Dear Contigency,

my dear contingency,

that is not so contingent after all

you are perfect

perfectly ensnared

by words, your words, 

As words set and seen

each time they say ‘you always be yourself’
Watchful of the snare
To become yourself  Is to become the very words
of others
All you need is a thought to be
And ‘the what’fore-set and foresee

And here are words I cast onto you:

I set and seen you shine
onto a blackhole’s humbly dreams

Thank you,
for breaking my unrecognised conceits,
Within and without your double-bind conceits

my once overlooked star

the perfect and the beautiful

my idealised other

my once pure answers 

my pre-figuredly perfect contingency

my chosen last seconds to endearing destruction
of my closest thing to a self 

my water of phantom-like future selves

my reign of fearful hope

My never mine once at all

I knew when I overlook thee

that once I look at you,  you’ll overtook me

and you have taken me away with you

Often far without me 

Now that I have looked at you

and I may never unlooked at you again

And the margin of our unheard selves has set
At the distance lies I, a footnote of your angry poetry

a poetry that does not need any I
a pure subject to you
the overlooked once overlooker
The observer of the snared
who caught in your snare

from your imminent oblivion
I cast the very nature of our struggles

And I struggle you no longer
In words by words I set and said

to meanings I defy