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Frustrations
If I could wrap up my frustrations
into a bundle, I would seem to be
carrying around an angry little
baby in my arms, for my frustrations
would kick and push to be let free
and to enter back into my head
to displace the peace that pervades,
at which point anyone who
sees me may ask why I keep this bundle
all bundled up, and why I don't let it
breathe, mistaking the contents,
and I would tell them it's
because people don't seem to understand
who I am and what I do, and that is why
the bundle squirms and pushes more
violently, because the contents increase,
but the space is limited, and they are better out
in my arms, than in my skull, where they may
explode.
