I refuse to remain in regrets To pander like a slave to your wants No contrition from me will you get No submission to dilettantes (No) I’ve existed too long in secrets I have lived like a man confined Epicene and elaborate Fatalistic and resigned (No) A momentary lapse of the ground I gained the last few weeks this weekend. On more than one level, that is. I sought comfort in two people. Ashton and I have our moments of closeness online and through text message. She’s the sister I truly never wanted (I kid). I regressed, and that’s all right. It’s not like I made a mistake. I’m allowed these momentary lapses of judgement. My words get ahead of me before I can…