I do not want to be or not to be
for choices chosen are too final fixed.
I want some other possibility
for outcomes outted are so badly mixed.

I would with kindness kiss unblemished skin
but pricking rose-red blood spots would appear.
I would not choose to loose the force within
but even so my cutting thoughts will sear.

I am now caged with habits good and bad
and know the keys are long far flung away.
I am not now awaiting sad or glad
and settled seek the sameness of each day.

Should rapture seize and raise me up to care,
I trust I find hope's breath-sustaining air.

- Robert Stone, 3 October 2010