how do fear and loathing and regret;
paintings of memory in weary heads,
cause quick-sand feet, molten-lava legs?
no I do not desire an answer from Logic
just acknowledge I am not quite okay here today.
and don’t say a word, just carry me quickly;
when retrospect finds us we’ll have won anyway.
I am not her yet, but with your help I will be
and in meantimes we trust that we know how to love.