92.

Where to next?
When the obsession has died
when, inevitably, I’ve realised
that all I have is here at home

That all I need to recover 
is to be left well alone

And, too, that jealousy is useless:
if you want still to live like me
then work as I do;
then sleep as infrequently

See how long you last
then, please, come back to me 

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