I could so much hate
the days I get
a much better writing
on my desk.
That the better post
are often companions
of gloom
and bad days.
Consider it
consolidation
to dark,
brooding hours.
Lest they turn around
and decide
to stay awhile
longer than you wanted.
So long the poet stays
sane with chiseled words
you can wonder
whether he is doing good.
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