Try again, find the fountain
Drink up your might
Will the self to live

Or to leave-- exhale
Subsist
Follow the easy path of the drop along the string
Into death,
Fold.

But muster strength, coordinate those chemical ropes
Focus them hard
Hope against hope,
Whatever that meant.

But know
That Frostian wisdom
As fall comes to find us
And the night's shade reminds us
Oh, really anything could.

That no gold thing can stay
Nor anything else
Even holes in our minds
Are anything else