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?