52. A Smothered Fire Smothers Me

July 19, 1995
I desire, long for, crave calm,
my heart centered like a top;
but I careen about the town
like a drunkard down the road.
I pay too much attention to myself
and how these poems are read.

(from My Book of Changes, 1994-1995)

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