Ammo Comes and Goes

Reason ceases, one crease 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 forthcoming 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.