No wish can change the pace

of the face of change

whose acid is in the rain,

whose shredded day decays.

 

Against each other are propped

Joy & Sorrow: like two cards.

We have no choice, we breath,

our cries ripple the still.

 

The breathless silence of serenity

is an old crumbled skull;

it is bad luck to be superstitious,

God bless me.