.

Even the end of

daze comes with it

a startling sparkle 

of clarity.

.

Odd encounters

like suns combusting,

give rise

to a mind able to reflect

when the dust

and all else is set and nestled.

.

The sands

and hands

of time tick-tocks 

in us

a trickling mirror.

In due time

so are we too

indebted to death.

.

And then again,

in dying breathe

do our bodies beget

a new tomorrow

when the earth borrows 

life-giving marrow

.

from each and every little

brittle bone. 

.

.

An in-grown item of ivory

nails itself daintily on my

memory bank.

.

I calculate

that I am withdrawn,

and she bounced

last time

I checked.

.

A fund and foundation inquired.

This fun has faded

from my wispy wits.

.

This structure has flooded

filled with qualms and quips

of bankers quitting,

stating that other professions

will be a better fit.

.

.

I am in my environment

adapted freely in a world 

of me.

.

My selfish creation as it always thus was.

.

But patterns present itself in orbit.

Annual in idea though not every year.

.

Connecting chaos collecting cluster

stutters in its speech in approach to

Heavenly body celestial divinity. 

.

Kantor might diagnose:

“This significantly 

smaller infinity, will 

forever be

small as such. 

But perhaps it may develop,

for we too know nothing.”

.

.

A panacea presents itself plump

and ripe for the picking

once you choose

.

Don’t lose out now,

do this now

and you will be indebted to us,

So much so you would

discuss a verse as such; 

.

“We are so sorry that we cannot make the payments this month.”

.

And there it is! The carrot stick!

We were being driven by

a very simple taming trick!

Acknowledge it! 

.

After all, how else would the system drive itself?

It employs our help, we

the burdened beasts

.