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Before I’d like, I’ll wake to see the sun

with nothing in my hands but air and light,

and nothing need be doing nor be done

for at least one or two hours (if done right).

And naught put in my ears but as God wills,

whatever song or podcast that he wants

will entertain me while the morn distills:

whatever birds will sing or make response.

I’ll take that best of meditations o’er

the best of mantras made by any man.

No medications cure nor right me more

than doctors who have served since life began.

And after that, an hour or two so won,

most worries that would worry me are gone.

~~~

Dear Disarray, sweet is thy company,

except when company doth come our way,

‘tis then I must hide all thy trace from me—

pretend I know thee not, dear Disarray.

We, lovers who must never be so known,

a high brow, cold like I, and warm-spun thee,

who knows me only when we are alone,

and else must, like a pesky stranger, be.

Would that you were more honored in the world,

and not the blight of all of good respect.

But as it is, thy name’s in scandal swirled,

and’s known but for its repute derelict.

But to me, you are known, and to the homes

of all where wanton, joyful warmth still roams.