Everything is happening
And I must practice discipline for balancing the weights of them,
Each one a part of Everything at All.

And all my choices,
Voicing me each angle of with which I tangle,
Are left with me to solve.

And all my solutions
Leave space for revolutions
In the ways we view this Everything at All.

All I can claim as mine
Are things I take from time and mine from space.
I place and pluck them as I please,
Working out my ease and grace.