I wonder: am I psychically inclined?
A power fancy, but if it were true
I’d get more pain than good, for I would find
I’d have to give my nightmares credence too.
It’s bad enough to have the blessings of
aggressive memory, exploring brain
and empathetic soul – to pick at love
after it’s over, clutch again at pain,
to battle boredom and frustrated thought,
and feel so much of what another feels –
all these are heavy gifts that have me caught
between repulsion and their weird appeal.
No: rather than be psychic I’ll admit
existence as I entertain each hit.