Confidently, the direction of life is as you've imagined.
Ah, the universe as simple truth.

How slowly nobody died
from pleasure;
Do actions have consequences or
do the rules of life allow
responsibility to be still
if you are not criticized?

You may not be doing much,
because we don't think to
imagine the highest town
where E-I-E-I-O is a
vote for democracy.

It's the counting.

It's your theologogy,
the words they know,
too busy to find
deliverance when halfway
is a poor judge of distance.

If the world's a stage,
obvious becomes desperately
straight with no surfaces.
Second guessing is duct tape
and pen and ink can only shoot at
so many mines

before, like a force,
all patterns alter.