Not
The checkerboard
Of
Plans and
Plots
Our walk
is an elliptical
Orbit
Our great challenge is
To master
the intricate internal
Acrobatics
of remembering
without regret
We must know that there is no
Beauty
more enduring than
A rose at its peak
before
Withering
Or
The reticent surrender
of deepest
Night
Before advancing
dawn
Our quest
is the plausible
Impossible
Is to venture
Outward
Conquering
Fear
until those that seem so
Distant
Are firmly
In our heart's grasp
Our
Quest
Is
The stars
