Often-
I do not feel I've softened,
among the shallow grave
of the high ten,..
yearning for the execution
of the rest of them.

Not often do I feel the presence
of others in the narcisism
of the mirror in their pockets and
in the ego in my noggin...

And not often do I sweat from
the realm of ideas in the
middle of a winter that never
sees the cold.

Not every so often