Not Even February
written 1 Feb 2008 while the sun tried, at least, rising
How all alonely we seem to be
In morning mirror critiquing
Where uncertainty has you wondering
If you’re awake or under dream
And no amount of great escape
From prison or the working day
Will help to shake the hands that play
Your anxiety songs away…
All quiet on the frontier...
...you could be the first, just go ahead and get to the typing!