Poem 4 (III of VII) Draft

III.

What terminal naivete of thinking
things can’t last and something awful is coming.
Can you be with joy or is everything

too bright too powerful too much a
feverish energy a morbid brilliance.
Can you operate in a life without

information to pay attention be
realistic remember limits
remember which ones we are. It’s your class.

A regular job. Finishing up, meetings
with lawyers, how does the payout work?
I learned growing up dangerous wellness

and later to make it my waltz.

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