You must feel the anger of the skies. Everyone does. Her ever-present glare reminds all below how we neglected her—amber never fading from twilight. Maybe she’s trying to kill you? Maybe we all are trying to kill ourselves? So, just take a breath, a single breath, deep and pure. No, seriously. Now…just take…a…breath. Let the acid burn truth. Now, walk…
beginnings transient / in knowledge prescient in / happenings premonitions / waypoints wayward we / these things journey to
a toddler cradled / no clasped / in desperate arms / his bicep quakes / he knows how / ill-suited his talent,
I / Am me. / MY / Toes, / Wiggle them / Out the window. / Shh...no one has to know.