Gathering
all the worry available,
I’ll unite it on the roof top
With brave resolve I will not spoil it. I will show it the rod.

Muddled but willing
I’ll endure
With some future seed of injure
E.

It’s difficult to tell
If yesterday’s answers are obsolete
Zooming in, they seem ill,
Fated (or faded).
But distance makes them shiny,
hard to ignore.

Graceful and invincible in their turn.