March: Year-day 72

  
                                    
                                           
March: Year-day 72

Still, sister and brother, each in your frames,
I here, alone, sadly meandering,
depart from glory a while, dreaming names,
stories, for my condition, reduced thing
I have / by my desires & dares become,
feeling the need to cover what thechild
in me would leave exposed because I've some /
inhibitions against the pure, the wild.

To walk where I walk I decline to ask
anyone to do, though I'd like each to follow
now and then, while Istep from/ change to change;
just as for a lineman, each given task
left by a storm or accident in hollow,
on height, deepens me as/ I rearrange.

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