Paradox Happens

Do not retreat to the simple and to the blockish.
Those dances have already been danced.

Find your repose of spirit hiding behind the garage
where weeds have grown up for years.

Turn to the setting sun and then to the rising moon
crying aloud from your soul, "Paradox happens."

Then you will not have to worry at what the morning
brings after another restless night of being awakened.