to every riddle
is time.
Sit
in the eye,
while the wild
imagination rages
and swirls,
pouring buckets of "ifs"
an conjecture
which buffet
you from
dusk til dawn;
bear that inexorably
slow oxidation
of fickle
bones and supple
skin
with patience—long after
your patience
is gone;
always
take a pass
on action;
never stifle
one valuable yawn;
simply outlast
all the difficult questions—
and you'll never
(in this life)
be wrong.
