Time to live
pulled toward grace
Never empty, never ceasing
Too tight to drift
all the little things
led by grace
staying on course
it’d be easier to quit
one person at a time
No more lollygagging
wisps are all we start with
this is addiction
self-pity not allowed
a well-worn grave
joyful suffering and my counter-intuition
the grace of re-memory
turning around
in the middle
matters a lot
don’t believe the lies
the goal is to give up
the joys of scraping the bottom
chiseling out
to easy paths
