February: Year-day 48

        
                                        
                                             
February: Year-day 48

Back to the usual, then.  Not because
it's easier but because it is calm,
and calm is what I need now.  Not a bomb.
There is no future in chewing what was,
or at least so I sometimes must believe.
Oh well, there are Green Stamps of the emotions
to save too.  I can't always live in oceans,
skipping ropes, cheering, crying on my sleeve.

That is the matter, isn't it?  Too much
unsanity tends to disintegrate
the experiencer of it, abort
in sections his protected growth, steal crutch
and sling and medicine from him, deflate
his sense of being, force him/ to cavort.

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