Walking on eggshells

Glancing in mirrors, poking and looking,We entertain fears that are lidded, but cookingIn thought—"Am I well? Am I healed?Maybe matter will tell."

So we give up the fieldTo subtle suggestions. We're walking on eggshells,Asking wrong questions—and warning bellsShould be clanging away.

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