#2439 -- Pandora's

 

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Pandora’s

or

how can we fit ourselves into the day?

 

this or any

 

so many signs for aspiration

 

rough truths, such shapes as given rise

 

light musing upon thing

 

then the self embroiled

awed up and over

 

flocks flow green hillward over

make distance of the mind

 

any day’s improved with silence

 

here now

stretch and

just a few minutes ahead of myself

 

have to tempt the jinnee back in the bottle

 

thre’s the ache and the itch and the inkling

 

how then act for the best?

 

we’d need a year, a life, no, more

 

it’s only ever just step by step

remember where we are