Sometimes, it seems
that things can’t get worse.
The times when dreams
are smooth tongued liars who do not curse.
When it seems as if
the point has be reached,
when the bottom of the cliff
at the bottom of the valley has been breached,
then the only direction
that is left is up.
But a cross section
shows many caves, like roots in a lineup.
Roots that are not very hard to find,
and dealt with wrong, lead to becoming blind.