The pressure
that's left over
the grit of the teeth
happens only
when the mind's away
dallying in
dream fields of clover
far from the scene
while something in the head bears down
what is it trying to grind away
there's an appliance for that
have you tried meditation
Your life's too heavy for you
you need some levitation
the crazier I go
the harder I bear down
and then must grin and bear it
like some grinning painful clown
what
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