Sometimes the world gives me a garland of fears, a skin-vexing hair shirt, a bucket of tears.
Sometimes it allows me ineffable cheer, the beauty of heavens, the music of spheres.
Life folds itself 'round me in earth-colored gear; it judges, it praises, it muddies my clear with randomly conjured
uncomfortable it that dares me to conquer then cows me to quit, with menacing shadows that jump at my feet and drag me through hollows for dust in the wind.
'Hey! You awake?'
'Just checking. Quit wasting time. Poet!'