5188. I SEE WHAT YOU DON'T SEE

I SEE WHAT 

YOU DON'T SEE

I drop things all the time and then I cannot pick them

up; my life is a baleful hole and I have little room to

move, no place left to maneuver. 'I wake up with 

this marble head in my hand, which soon exhausts 

my elbows, and I don't know where to lay it down.'

If it's broken, don't fix it; or, maybe, if it's not broken,

don't fix it. I forget how that goes. Here, where I am sitting,

everything is broken, nothing's fixed and everything fixed

was never broken anyway. Just like a flag on the land

of someone else  - your own flag exactly  -  you realize 

quite suddenly that it was not YOU who put it 

there and you do not know what to do.