there must be
a planet
that's gentler
and less thoroughly
exhausted
than this one.
But wherever
exists that more tender
place to land, it's
probably so distant
it'd exhaust us
just to get there.
So perhaps
we'd do better
to work on getting
less offended
by the penchant
of this world
for the relentless
and indefinite.
In fact, perhaps
the world's sadness
is a special kind
of balm;
an outgrowth
of our gratitude
for the time
it has taken us
to get this lost
and the fortune
of time which is
still on offer
to pay
off the interest on
the opportunity cost.
