There is a pleasantry in waiting always
It is a kindness of being basic
And a sigh, but it is so long
And it is a kindness like the kind
That makes the most of a difference
And a difference that’s meant
To be something
Not like a bleeding of humility
Not like a short, stark gratification
Not like those things
That compensate
That resolve
Indeed, they abhor the notion
Of Patience
It is a mold
And it is
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