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?