There have been times (I wish that this were one)
When calm has flowed across my mind, and peace,
When all life's little troubles seemed to cease
As if the world were fresh. Oh, then the sun
Would shine out brightly like it had begun
To shine only for me, joy would increase,
And I could, for a brief moment, release
The worries that enfolded me. Now none
Of these great blessings is within my reach;
I am a storm, with no clear water coming,
I am the desperate, dangerous deep drumming
The kraken, massive cousin of the leech,
Whose toothy jaws only the mad will summon
To sit beside them on the sandy beach.
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