Optimism

fleeting moments follow us around
skies crumble into darkness,
patterns of the hawk live within
our hearts - we are all victims
of our own rabid successes...
the mighty have fallen and arisen
erected new structures to which
we must now pay homage...
the sun burns hole through our
timeless thoughts that have
ventured too far into the future;
we can only cure what we want,
living imprecise lives with
what we cannot...  still wishing for
miracles from a god in which
we no longer believe or have the
faith that perpetuates our optimism.

March 7, 2025