B: V: The Albatross
Whatever else it may be doing
Spirit orders order
To alter its arrangements.
Order tires slowly
Sensing no way out
Or, knowing no sense in it all,
Grows a grand ambition
To do without itself,
Leave spirit free to get on with
Whatever else it's doing.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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