that burthen of my own unnatural self,
the heavy weight of many a weary day
not mine, and such as were not made for me.
long months of peace (if such word bold accord
with any promises of human life),
long months of ease and undisturbed delight
are mine in prospect; whither shall I turn,
by road or pathway, or through trackless field,
up hill or down, or shall some floating things
upon the river point me out my course?
released June 13, 2015
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