Life. Starts. Today. On the brink of collapse,
bizarre business cracked on the hot pavement
like bad eggings. On the verge of two traps,
I grasp at the sticks of meaning's sentence:
The verdict is in, after the madness,
after condensation brings the rains in
through the windows, mirrors our sadness,
reflecting life and death as the panes spin:
Life starts now, without further preamble –
through denser dreams I now step, confident
in my mind despite its need to ramble;
it leads me always home, my light unbent:
These mirrors don't refract – no esperpent.
I am just what you think. I'm confident.