Forget all that, the ramifications and regulations.
Yesterday’s news. Tomorrow’s history.
Think only of green and contrasting hues.
Think only of silence and the song it sings.
Think of stones and their endless trajectories.
Think that’s hard? Try ambiguity, or halftruths.
You’ll never be as tired as just after waking.
You’ll never see darkness so dark
as just after losing the light.
And so we walk, onward and forward.
And so we walk, forewarned into the unknown.