Poem: Your Choice
Where you want to put it, fool?
On the dark?
All right.
I’ll say it again: All right.
All right. You know it’s gonna be
all right.
Everything is gonna be all right
even when it’s not.
Perfection includes imperfection.
And that includes you, fool.
Perfectly imperfect worry machine,
forgetting to clean
behind the scene, where we find your centrum, the magic locus,
the secret room where you choose to focus
on the one or the other, the either or the or,
the acceptance of less or the addiction to more,
the sympathetic fight or flight,
the brooding darkness and the eternal light.
Where you want to put it, fool?
On the light?
All right.
Yes. All right.
