The eagerness or caution of your steps
The shadow of your parry when I feint
The angle of your blade as
You prepare offense
Still, I struggle to detect the theme
Fill in the blanks
Fumbling with possibilities that
Seem to fit, but later prove
Just one letter off
You cleverly disguise the import of your acts
Throwing me
Misleading hints,
False leads,
Puns and misdirections
Surrounded by the residue of failed attempts,
Disparate answers that won’t integrate
I mutter curses as I
Regroup, reformulate my thoughts
Grope for another phrase
As I reset the score and start again, the lesson’s clear
Never write your strategy in ink
Earnestly try to make erasable mistakes
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