Consilia[c]tion


Had we learned to
Stare the uneasiness of soul
In the eye.
Had we remained with
Dissatisfaction
At table.
We would not have
Tried repeatedly
To cut and run
Hide
Deny
Mutate
The real.
We’d know
Uneasiness is bearable
And dissatisfaction
Just fine.

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