There is no life to lead but a good one.
Once upon a time, there was nothing here.
Now the time has shown itself like the sun,
shining in the face of the watch of fear:
Never have the angles slid across like this,
against the template of time, instructions
always already given, always already
here despite the force of our predilections:
Funny thing is, the world is constant and fair,
flighty times float above the ground and jump
in unison with the faith that appears and stares
at the rings of the trees on the new stump:
Fair faces correct all the misdirections
of life and time – all the indiscretions.