Do it anyway

|Perched between people & puppeteers| 02|17|2014

Navigating soot of the crucible___
mountains of ash make up landscapes
& we’re told not to view this as bleak, since
one must be able to find silver in the grey of
such patterns made in dust___
rainbows must be painted on the inner walls
of perception to be able to give it a real go
even though there’s no pot of gold or a
happy ending, just:
run the race, whether or not it’s fixed

otherwise this will all have been a waste___