I find comfort in the not knowing.
I am a lazy detective,
like a fish out of water.

I find comfort in the long evening.
I find no lightning in a bottle,
just the wine inside.

I live this way.

I find the heart too fragile and weak.
It does not soar like eagles.
My gloomy eyes do not shed tears.
They are just serene.

editors note:

I prefer wine to lightning, myself. But, exercise for my weak heart couldn’t hurt, could it? – mh

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