Find alcoves in this dingy discomfort,

Leap-frogging each stagnant responsibility,

Learning the news of my old self dying.

Coffin condolences and express sincerity,

The tower tarot card finally comes to fruition.

Black-garbed and backing down,

In full submission to the universe’s vapid demands,

Prodded to just get through the day,

Hopefully soon,

I will finally be the full articulation of myself.