May the falling needle stop short of disaster, and the reaping
just short of grim. May the curtains open again to let us know
there is an encore or an interim.
May the miracle of your blueprint system create a new
defense against attacking cells, and the lesions on
your back transfigure into a blindingly empty field.
May the atoms of a pure and orderly crystal
attempt (in theory) to reach precisely zero, but
may this state remain impossible to achieve.
May the many sums subtracted from my life-
time (work, years, tears, failure) build back
an edifice impossible to subdue.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
