I Do
One night,
In the middle of my late life's daytime,
I met a lady,
A wise, wizardly, whisperously wonderful lady
From Kat Man Don't,
And I,
Kat Man Do,
Said, resoundingly, resonantly, resolutely,
"I do,"
To what and for how perpetually
I didn't/couldn't/wouldn't,
Certainly shouldn't, know,
Though I did, decidedly, say so,
Say, "I do,"
Though I didn't quite know,
Right then,
Or for that matter-over-mind immediate afterward, either,
Lasting for the rest of my three remaining destinies,
Didn't quite know that I did so do, I do so did,
Although "do" I did do, did say,
As I did say,
Said, "I do,"
For a Sunday's month of otherly eternities,
Miscellaneous eons,
And that just might have made
All the saving-grace difference,
For her and me, too,
In that matter-over-mind, mind-in-outer-time matter,
Since, at some indeterminate forever,
That wise, wizardly, whisperously wonderful lady
From Kat Man Don't
Said, "I do,"
Too,
And, in so doing, doing so,
Became the lady of Kat Man Do.
07/09/10
|