I've said something new I've said nothing at all I cringed at the summer and hated the fall A lumbering listless ennui Absorbed by the car crash Bottlenecked for eternity What's the purpose in such disengagement Barely moved by light from even extinct suns A subtle hostility, compelling It gave me a purpose A reason to breathe But now it's just stifling And it took time to grasp To stay the sharpened axe Embrace reprieve For all the worst we did So when the story does end With confidence "To nature's creatures we allot the spring and the summer To the doe, the bear, the gold-finch and the hummer To the fishes we ascribe the deep blue sea The honey we apportion to the bustling bee To the pessimist-good cheer-his mind to sooth To the chronic liar, we donate the solemn truth."¹