April 3

Select, each day, the way you pour yourself into
a job, or some activity. You’re running down a trail
awash in light and leaves, in air that blows you back.
You’ve tied yourself to gadgets, sparks and batteries.

Select, each day, the way you pour yourself out
of bed, of past misdeeds and triumphs. Jogging
beneath the rays of warning, warming your illusions
into fantasy and then reality. Good thoughts will come

As easily as good voices, as hard as hearing.
Select, each day, the way you pour yourself into
a suit, ideals, epic dramas and scary dreams,
and each morning, upon waking, into a body.

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