So much of the nearly unreasoning darkness
has gone now,
leaving only habit
and a constant need for rest
The difficulties have changed
seeming more realistic not so passionate.
Some of the companions remain
though displayed
they gather dust.
The newer ones mostly have no darkness
or only slightest amount of shadow.
The speaking is truly more complex now.
Words and knowledge gained from experience and time
have a regular place.
There is a lack of incoherence and a lack of mad desire.
Why have the words forced upon a page faded
until all pages remain unseen?
Contentment has replaced the windmills
with a more precise energy.
It does not vary often or for long.
Avocations have replaced desire
and darkness only shows her face
when she will not be known.
It is time to sleep
tomorrow is the next day.
10:24 PM on 10/28/97