Catch and Release

I thought I got your point
And made it wholly mine
Observed the dangling lure
The shimmering ten-pound line.
I gulped the mouthful quick
And felt it cut inside
Got more than I had planned
Now in for quite a ride.
The hook had other plans
And some might work me ill
A smarty, no not me
A sharp and chastening pill.
That world’s a biggun yes?
And I see but a shade
And all too quickly guess
At things that Wisdom made.
What’s that… I feel a shift
And lesser now the pain
Pass on this humbling gift
And spit it out again.

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