Was it sand in your eye that made things look
So desperate? Maybe premature weaning
That made you suspect that blade sings took
No vespers hate. Say he flees the cure, meaning
Nothing is wrong but thinking makes it so.
You’ve got a feeling just because you’ve got
A feeling something isn’t right, yet no
Problem lies without. The problem is not
Out there somewhere. It doesn’t match your fears.
Out where some care. It doesn’t fit your thought.
So isn’t it clear? There between your ears,
Is where the problem lies – and lies – and ought
To give you disassurance that you know
Anything of anything. No down low.
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