Dwell on the beauty of life.

Watch the stars and see yourself running with them.

Marcus Aurelius

Timing

I woke a friend at dawn, he saw I was aside my feelings to report...

A great day is at bay, to rack our flesh on it’s stay.

What risk do I pay to break my wake? Then would I sleep though fame, and spell out shame?

Or better is it to keep a slumber and miss the world’s plan to give some grief.

I think it matters not that I should fret. I would climb a row or two to wait until the rack is full, then run to gate and trick it’s taste.

That taste of flesh when full, then goes bland, when comes life’s lure: it’s charm to me.

Oh that providence would guide my trail, guide to where the day is full of fail, then gives my path a different charge.

Lubed with sense and smart with drive, I see no compromise with grief or its sister woah.

Yes, I will wait on the unction of the moments that care, and not the bra that holds the flesh past it’s flow.

Life will drive, and I will ride, to the peace of self, then wake with you, it’s friend, as well.

KDG

Don't borrow trouble.