Reason ceases creases created
by the spinner wheel.
And the damnation that whacks all
incoming ammunition is no surprise to me—
that I’ve got that same mission.
I was determined,
I was confident,
I was sure,
but I was ignorant.
I didn’t know I was, but I’m glad I know.
I wish the comfort of seeing beyond
came back to me.
And though my former events
were created by ignorance,
inventing a future is a solace
one will never know again.
For when your time comes,
and you’re put into the gun—
BANG!!!
Reason ceases all.