At least some of the work is done
And I find I have begun
To rest a bit and find some ease
And me my mind begins to tease
With thoughts that strife is yet to come
Rising from depths I don't plumb
Because I know what flows beneath
The sword to Freudian ego's sheath
But if the blade is dull or keen
I do not know; I have not seen
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