How strangely I made the word “calm” (peacefulness)” get used to me,
I put it on as a glove,
I arranged it as a scarf,
I spread my bedding in it,
I fluffed it at the pillow and wishes,
I tamed the sixty volt lamp as well,
I surrounded my tent with the trench of pain
And I tied the wolf of fear near my door too.
How strangely I got used to the word “calm”
But still,
I sleep on the birch tree of alarm with my eyes open.

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