To settle and stay settled is the thing
You must achieve, but the dark makes it hard
To escape from labyrinthine, questioning
Doubts as to whether this living’s not marred
By words spoken in some lost long ago.
Hints of dreams in mad pursuit leave you blind —
Digging to unearth cold clues from below
To placate and calm dissatisfied mind.
Rely on what’s passed to make self present
While some future reckoning still beckons
And rolling onward, captures resentment
Of what can’t be reached below life’s breakings.
Still, you must settle, then cast on ahead
In dreams, in waking, ere joining the dead.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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