Wholly Sobering

Excitement, confine,
In the brig of the mind
As nothing is when
Nothing ever was.

Perils imagined and
Inequities drawn upon
Maps of the mind’s imagination.
Oh, the mind be its own
Warring faction, pit against
Realities as real as the dawn,
The day, yes, even the evening.

Ergo peace, portend,
As the heat of future’s end
Is to awaken in nakedness –
Wholly sobering, but real, nonetheless.

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