It’s fragrant here, these flowers left for dead. My desk’s a suspension. I’m in a dark way, As half of Earth is sad, despite the light ahead.

On social media, even preachers preach Moderation. Eat cake, but not every day. Smells wrong. Fear of obsession: Why teach

That to our kids? Abstention empties a bay. Why, when my life is whole at last, take a break? To know myself? Not for my heart’s sake.

The surf is dogged in its quest to reach The sand. Sea’s apprentice, I request no hours off. Why should I brook interruption to love?