Pick through the night
sky, pearls and foreign
isles of fire

I find myself
dissecting my own bones
what constellation am I?
The loser?
The gambler?

Any goal gathers
distance when acquainted
with doubt
will my doubt
prove false?
will my doubts
spring as nail
from a lion of nails?
I have a tendency
to exaggerate
to feel safe
when in fact
I only persist
in delusion