in this corner, the fear of failure, the fear

of wrong decisions, side-eye on the road

not taken, forever judging

might-have-been, seen in this light

has to be shadowed and grim.

clear that away. also the webbed

corners cut to avoid

fully inhabiting this space. do you

admit to the glorious? day to day

choices filling your rooms

(that you have rooms! when

billions live scrap by scrap scraping)

some to be treasured, some outgrown

others a test: will you become unable

to remember without touchstones?

are these things your mind?

clear it.