Remember when you miss the thrill of angry flight
That it is always winged by anger and followed by
A fall that has no end but being broken on the rocks.
Remember balance, the symmetries of affection,
And the small weights that lend you equilibrium.
Remember the deep cycles of discontent, drowning
On dry land in the open air, and take the burden
Of a life raft, irritating and inconvenient but buoyant
When you boat risks sinking and the rocks loom
Large and jagged as the night with its illusion of
Endless dark and final cold, predators all around.
You can learn to sleep again, and even dream.
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