To separate yourself from the unending fray
let’s seek the preternaturally simple way:
just breathe as deeply as you can – seek to allay
old certainties of failing that beset your day:
now pause, and blink
so as to think:
“at least I wink!” –
thereby summoning the sort of humor
that can leaven and remove the rumor
of your crass ineptitude.
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You might build another house
then, sans the fears you’d had before: now to
be lighter, soft, instead – a suppler you –
while crafting rhyme
exact as time –
just like the climb
you’d made when you had started out before: to rear,
this try, an edifice without one tiny fear
of imperfection, thus at last to commandeer
a habitable life: both possible, and here.
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