that confidence
which is wrought
by our greed
for sanguineness
and our future-expectation
to live out
our aspirations
is so alluring
and diffuse
as to be
downright useless?
How did we ever become
so obsessed
with scanning the distance
through short lengths
of pipe
for some rose-colored bright side
faint horizons might suggest
that we lost all sight
of the much more
pressing mess
into which had so absent-
mindedly stepped
and are up to our shins in
right here
in the present?
