Advice to myself during a Mood Swing.

[Joe Mc]

Now that the sun is setting
And the rivers are darkening
You must cradle the book
Of verse
you have created
To your chest

Keep it low
And sit behind
These stone walls
Of absence

Allow it
Allow the iron
Sides of her bough
To slip along
the great
Gantries
Of an engineering
Marvel
A Canal that joins
Two great oceans

Drawn forward
By the slow motion of
Nothingness
You will reach the
Openness again
Peep onto the horizons
Of the seas
Round the long corner
Of slow expectancy
Deliver your wares
To foreign shores
Smile once more

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