I have been torn
between the world and writing –
writing is demanding,
leaving little to the world
once it has been written.
But the world, moreover,
continues to enrage,
disappoint and sadden me,
so I have surrendered
at least momentarily –
I write my poetry –
all is back to normal.
This is constancy,
rhyme and meter,
thoughts and words
that I can speak with my fingers
though never with my mouth.
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