who seeing clearly life’s difficulties
refuses to accept his own stars
for these same hindrances
as a comfortable place to settle down
I have come this far to virtue
and now I must rest a while
even if I slide back a little
I explain to my double
what my double says to me
love is always in retrograde
turning back to rescue a blade of fescue
love is always in trouble
after which it continues to exist
in its shady bubble
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