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Days of Wonder In this day of business and dizziness in the midst of noise noise noise managing my space, managing my place needing some days of wonder some breath from company of down under back into phase back into child's plays away from the go-go ego maze stay and sleep in the sun to see and feel warmth in everyone on my face and turn from another race, return to Mother Grace... |
Additional Notes:
This is a poem about job burnout. I take phone calls from people- 20 a day or so- about technical issues. It's like half psych/half tech sort of job. Calming people down, and so on. It wears on me when I work too many hours.
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