G. Z. Kieft

I don’t know.
I guess it’s splendid though;
the struggle hits with blinding blows
stumbled, tripped – untimely woes
I spiral like kaleidoscopes
but that’s the show:
try to find the slightest hope
time and time again it goes;
You have to fight to take it home.

And then again, again, again, in tropes
instead of ending, the rhyme reflows
these things happen, but it’s fine.
I’ll grow.