Friday, March 18, 2022

Incident at the Service Exit

The worm moon is punctured 
Like a fetid balloon
And the bad air swoons
Like a passing front,
All that worry
For the health of humanity
Will turn you to stone 
Victim inevitably,
Unable to influence
The smallest gulp of life
-- It must come on its own
Or not at all.

For change is not progress
In the project to be accomplished
But in the growth inside,
What cannot be measured,
The experience that tells us
Success or failure don't matter
And that everyone you see
Is that terrible teacher
You strangely learned everything from.