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I'm starting to steel myself for the domestic trial that awaits | 
with fresh and desperate urgency | 
the struggle has already yielded its own strange fruit | 
a note of promise hangs over it all |
The nesting impulse is strong | 
I do find some peace when I think about restraint and indirection | 
Towards Coney Island | 
how powerful the pull to those values in my own heart |
We put a high premium on stability and security | 
endings and beginnings | 
A black night | 
Some of the heaviness seems to have lifted |
our work mysteriously grows out of our friendship | 
the instability of it all | 
during this season of unsettling | 
It's an ancient battle on the fields of my heart |
The holiness of the domestic | 
I know that we all live in flux of one sort or another | 
It's been a remarkable ride these past twenty years | 
We'd be safe from what went wrong |
A way of treachery and trouble,but just as surely a way to hope | 
how puny my pool of grace really is | 
The House as Fortress | 
Epektasis |
