To begin

We must start

By contrast stirring in the unsettling

Unsolicited wayside of our universe

We must try and convince

ourselves

What can barley fit in its self

can fit in our palms

Cradle were love refuses to fester

is be tamed by what is beastly

The world, so big

Reduced to rain spillage

Feet trigger by the byproduct

Which existing enables us to trail behind

To littler

Is to reach the taillight of an end