Sickness But Not Illness 24/01/23

Jan 25, 2023

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The Giggle

What song there is in laughter.

To conduct it,

to hear it rise,

to hear it fall,

then in quiet contemplation,

the seed of a giggle,

dripping in diamond ripples,

and the day is complete.

Anxiety

Board not my ship of fools,

for I shall sail her where I will,

to near far stars or empty groves,

the tiller shall be mine alone,

no longer shall wind guide me,

nor lee shore confound me,

my feet are planted aside the wheel,

I dare an oncoming gale.

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