Bucking

that same power,
I like it.
Dangerous--
stealing words on every side,
shaping phrases.
No one can teach you
to move deeply,
to suffer
spontaneous and joyful,
locked away with only
your enthusiasm
and time.

Virtues

Forgetting and losing
until it shows--
flock folk don't deserve
this bleak pleasure.
Tired. It's near enough
flat-out-unbearable,
mistakes you've had
around for ages.
Difficult, but dear. Dear
and intimate as you allow.