Arminius craved freedom, Emerson too as do I - Though not from Susan: her Medication, her need for doctors And tests nor from the Passage of time glad to Be past those youthful Muddles made of relationships When I wasn't willing to Listen to older minds nor even Simple sense - but freedom to Think through impediments and Past baffles to whatever I chose; Or have I been a dupe of fate Choosing the tropes that Appeared unbidden in conformance To my genetic disposition? I looked for a trope just now and found A hole in a curtain. Even so, I'm on The upper floor. Who lacking my Confession would know it's there? I need something larger to yawn Backward throughout the time of Susan's illness. I can't remember all The steps I saw it take to waste her, But I shrink back from the edge of What I do, God giving me the Freedom to see it and be afraid. --- This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. http://www.avast.com