at the centers of things
and pressure-less vacuum, there is
this thin skin of
volition holds our hearts
within our chests and holds its beats
on all we see, the mind
beats against the shadows that lie
(We have just opened a restaurant.
I'm averaging 16-18 hour workdays,
and 4 hours of sleep, if I'm lucky.
None the less, I will attempt
we'll see how this goes.)