I know not to stay calm
always no matter what
I know not to reign fear
appear it does quite a lot
I know not how to remember
that which I want to & ought
I know not how to forget
Dying kin or their love sort
And I know nothing lasts
with changing hands of time
I know that I can learn much
from madmen, wise, aging or divine
I surely know it’s painful
To unburden piling grime
And yet I choose somehow
to do nothing but lay supine
Only when I’m calm
Am I good to think
To look at what seems real
And for the lies to sink
Only once the head’s clear
The mind’s ready to drink
And flush away the muck
Fill what’s needed to the brink
All the idling and torpor
Occupying a stately seat
Props its dreary head
growing at each defeat
I see myself feign more
letting it further accrete
feeding on imagined pain
Fructifying all deceit