There was a word I had in mind
It captured the essence, the beginning
Of a concept.
But now, a day latter
With the luxury of time
It escapes me.
it was, I think,
Something akin to an apology
However, as I sit here now
Coffee in hand
White dog in sunlight
I recognise in the pursuit
A dark path
-A state of being squeezed between
-Grinding wheels
-And heavy orange light…
Its too late to turn back…
Recall
The word
that is both the beginning and the end:
“Defeat”
