Sometimes I speak ill of the dead
and sink back into to the earth
            for it.
            How does that help?
And sometimes I think the living
are out to blind me with distraction.
  I run from this to this to this
     like a squirrel     forgetting how
to use the eyes I have,
                        not evil,
not good either.
            Virtue is an old word, though,
more potent than dichotomies.
            I can pull myself together.
Be the lightning rod                 attract
        the flash and fire of virtue
let it fuse my disparate selves
            to its integrity.
S. Robbins   from Readings

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