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Do I Suffer?

Do I suffer?


Not pain or fools or the slow passing of time

Not the hollow knock on the bottom of promises

or the shrinking dryness of a joy expired


Nor for the future of children

or the disappointment of mice

or the shrill cheerfulness of martyrs


But in reality perceived

The happiness hanging on the tree

The grey of a Monday you can touch


For the present absent and the absent present

Attaching to forms so well

the joins don’t show


In delusion so strong it can brick me out of bliss

out of loving as a verb and into a private prison

where I bump into self-made walls


For whom do I suffer?

For me or for you?

Do I have a choice?


The answer is in life

and the choosing of it




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