Epiphany
The days have been walking
Deep wrinkles set heavy in their faces
As I have labored tirelessly 15 and plus hours
My brain's spokes a stuttering endlessness:
"Quiet!"
"Heat off!"
"Rolling!"
Which talent and gimmicks come next?
But this morning my conscious peaked out the window
Under slept but rested, I sat up
Letting my eyes defocus across the infinity of frosty planes
A thick cake of tranquility
Then, I knew finally,
Why we shan't toil ourselves over pass time labor