Each night I can lie In my darkened room, Pretending It's a womb, From which Next morn I could emerge Into a different world. But as the sun arises, My door opens To no surprises, Nothing new, Just the same Old world I still must Struggle through. There is no Simple, clever warp Through Infinity; No gentle, Quiet Serenity In this Life We all must live. We are born But once (And once Is quite enough!) And for our Appointed measure Must live, At Life's leisure, All those Ill-begotten Nights and days We dream of living Other ways.
1/1/81 Rocky Mount, VA
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