two-sevenths

I wrote this tidbit on April 17, 2007 ... almost three years ago now. I never gave it its own post, because I thought it was too brief, too insignificant. And yet, ever since its conception, I have had some inexplicable, powerful affinity for its wordage. I memorised it when I wrote it ... and I have had it memorised ever since. I recreated it 100% from heart, word-for-word, just last week. That's how much I love these words. I think it deserves its own spotlight now, and a name. (Funfact: At 28 words, this is officially the shortest poem I have ever published.)

"two-sevenths"
[I wasn't yet Antoine back then]

I try to hide, to mask this indecision
It's possibly improbable to say
If no one has impractically envisioned
If nothing has a chance to stay the same