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Deep grief
constrains
the will;
long pain
is this continuing
fear.
Does
pleasure
take?
Sun
plunges
down
the west.
Crickets
wither
at the sill;
brief cicadas
cry
in the yard.
When
heart
and mind
conflict,
who can
discern
true inclination?
Distant,
a bird
among the clouds,
I would
shriek
once.
Alexipharms
for death
flourish
in paradise;
long flight
there brings
long life.
50
Dew stiffens
into frost,
grass frays
to husk.
What moral
there?
What truth
survives?
Bestride
the stratosphere,
hold incorruptibles
for intimates;
take
pause
unceasingly
for breath.