The daylight is here and my fear
Should be gone
The darkness, like mist
Evaporates from the lawn
My star-gazing, sugar-cubes
Flung in the sky
The current of pain where the Milky Way lies
I should be whole and peaceful and still
Instead I choose tumult
and mudslicks, and the pills I abhor;
My hands gleefully wretched with dark oil-spills.
Let my heart still and stir the river no more.