Sat down
to write
about restlessness
to understand
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why I
never want
to write
about restlessness.
Sat down
with pen
blue sky
trees above
and all
I feel
so inconveniently
is contentment.
Where is
my pain?
I wanted
to write.
I need
something else -
not what
I have.
Isn't that
just it?