Was it not troubling, sleep?
Was it not unmanageable, desire?
When happy no longer fit
the occasion. When unhappy,
fit too well. Un happy.
What does it mean to not fight
to not break the spell
of sinking, sad fantast, wrong
turning in the mind.
Take it another way. Tune
the sad song and praise life.
Praise its contest of night and air. 

--from 'History is Made at Night'; Peter Gizzi (2011)

*posts from today, June 11 and June 9 excerpted from Peter Gizzi's collection, Threshold Songs