Self-Portrait as a Knot

Behold my nature, gnarly as a knot,
Twisted tight and so-untimely caught
In loop-de-looping laps of circling thought.

These self-inflicted binds won’t let me move,
And all my ends contrive new ways to prove
To God and man that this is all a plan:

This course of snarling strings from end to end.
I’ve buried strands I long ago forgo
And fear that this can only make me fail,

But moves to self-untie cannot avail:
My thumbs have long laid buried in a groove
Beneath a dozen snags I never sought.

I am undone.  And yet I am a knot!

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