What can possibly go wrong
in a one-on-one confliction against
The Significant Oracles of Giddus
of the Supreme Selfsame principles
and virtues you redeem in dreams?
I know why old men choose
to smoke cigars beside fire pits.
I admit to being pinewood
once upon a Drifting River Song.
I enjoy the high-pitched chirping
drone of sonorous cicadas who reach
into the Certainty of Survival.