The Stare

So you say to yourself, it will all work out,
And you draw the circles fiercely for
The zeros and ohs. And it will; of course,

Until it doesn’t, until it completely fails
And then carries on from there, since
That’s it, isn’t it? The dangerous

And the threatening, you survive for now,
As anyway, that stuff’s all you, all local.
What rocks are about to slide all over you?

You know the others that break loose
Are almost bound to roll over someone,
But there are so many more someones

Than rocks on the loose. So you say
To yourself, it will all work out, and you
Draw circles fiercely for zeros and nose.