Angles and Lines

I have always come here
When  re-evaluation
Was  on the agenda
Written on paper with
Hope  that the white
Of the page will instil
Simplicity into the
Situation
And  that the blue lines
Will coolly level
Uneven  thoughts of
Fraughtness and
Red  turbulence.

But  today
Thought  I write
I find the fever won't
Abate and
My  throat is still
Tight.  How  much
Paper will it take,
Angled  and lined,
To square you  away?

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