A Certain Kind of Peace of Mind

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Face a thing when it comes.  
That is the key 
That unlocks 
A certain kind
Of peace of mind.
But face it fully
Or it will haunt 
Your pocket
And beg to be 
Written down.
And then
You are its slave.
That man is free
Whose simplicity 
Manifests itself 
In the empty spaces
In his schedule
Which yawn themselves lazily
Open and wide 
Spanning the gap
Between few and deliberate
​Pillars of intent.