Change.
Hard to live with it.
Can’t live without it.
Strange.
The stuff of these utterances I posit.
I know, contains a lot of nonsense,
and yet, with regard to this one,
I know it needs the light of careful scrutiny,
that stands right up
to ask the most crucial questions,
about the kind of change I mean
and why I’ve got it in my head
it’s absolutely sure to treat me mean,
and exactly what are the changes
that I can and cannot live without. . .
In other words, I needs must dare,
not only frame my task
in terms of soft self-care,
but also to call my own personal
deep thoughts and creeds,
including the lurking, unseen ones
I had no clue I held,
into the quite demanding glare
of truth-discerning doubt.