Losing the Way Again

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Union and release. 
Couple and part. 
Not exactly laser but a touch
like laser, beaming an instant 
line of cosmic light 
(though that word Cosmic, 
becomes problematic 
and so fast does it do so it whips 
Immediate, mopping the city 
with it; ah, City, so long since these feet 
meandered nighttime city streets; 
smelling cinnamon or a frothy 

sudsy mug of sin, long, so long, 
it has been...). So where was this piece 
of possibly-poetry or 
possibly-not-real-classical poetry 
aiming to travel to (or arrive?)? 
Where in tarnation shall this poet 
or possibly not-real-classical 
poet shuffle for retrieval
of tassel or reason to practice
the lasso? Even the original 
purpose is now but a muddle-head
treading that lake of liquid taffy.