It really is
the only time
to craft a rhyme,

or better,
live life to the spirit,

and when it works,
too, to the letter,

and do what’s here,
quite crystal clear,
in front of me to do,

especially the things
I’ve told myself
or you
that I will do,

even if there is
a wriggly, little part of me
that in this prickly millisecond
doesn’t want to.

The times I’ve vetoed that,
the sad, mad or fearful
guts, heart or head
below my hat,

and gone ahead,

I’d guess are mostly all the times
I did what are for me great things
and grew.

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