Restlessness
How are you now? What lies under your shell tonight
What will your thoughts dispel tonight?
And I The Coach only am awake to tell thee-
Eve sobs in my arms. You can hear my bell tonight.
Autumn rains fill up the old cistern well.
Asleep, she tosses and turns in her hotel tonight
Rabid television evangelists sell prayer-
Transfixed masses under a spell tonight
From the Abbey of Gethsemane, voices yell
Thomas Merton and compatriots raising hell tonight
Discombobulated, Keith’s life is like a ground swell
His love’s away and the earth is pell-mell tonight
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