I feel incompetent/out of control
Or in some truce with myself
I sit down on the couch
At the grave wonderment
How I must feel of myself
Something know something
And do this forever
The unraveling I feel of myself
Then Unavailable phoned
Leaving of course a message
To call back immediately
I certainly didn’t get up
Off that couch
To reply good-bye
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