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Tranquillity

Strange how I accustomed the word 'tranquillity' to me.
I drew it on like a glove.
I arranged it like a scarf.
I made my bed on it
And plumped up my wishes.
I also tamed the sixty-watt lamp.
I encircled my tent with a moat of pain
And I tethered the wolf of fear near its entrance.
Strange how I became accustomed to the word 'tranquillity'.
And yet
I sleep in an anxious birch tree
With my eyes wide open.
Strange how I accustomed the word 'tranquillity' to me.

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