Ludovico
Readjust how I should have been feeling—
My state of mind and my way of being.
Show me happiness that is practical—
Refocus the lens that gives me seeing.
I do not care if it is natural
To manipulate my more rational
State to form a dream-like reality
And cloister it where it is tangible.
Apply those abstract ideals inside me—
Remove the traces that form tragedy.
Install the perfect passage of belief—
Instill the compass points of alacrity.
Chew through the sorrowful aperitif
Of my lifestyle, eat through the crumbs of grief.
Eliminate the recurring motifs
That color my unhurried relief.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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