I am living without you because <br /> of a terror, a farfetched <br />notion that I <br />can't live without you <br /> <br />which I must narrow down & quell, <br /> for how can I live <br />worthy of you, in the <br />freedom of you limber engagements, <br /> <br />in the casual uptakes of your <br /> sweetest compliances <br />if stricken in your presence <br />by what your absence stills: <br /> <br />to have you, I school myself <br /> to let you go; how terrible <br />to buy that absence <br />before the fragrance of any presence comes: <br /> <br />but though I am living without <br /> you, surely <br />I can't live <br />without you: the thought of <br /> <br />you hauls my heavy <br /> body up, <br />floats me around, <br />gives my motions point, just the thought.<br /><br />Archie Randolph Ammons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autonomy/
