HOLDING WELL THIS EDGE
I am, let it be said, still whole.
Holding well this edge - rapier sharp
stiletto blade that it is - and avoiding
the traps that would cut and slice me.
I too have confusion, knowing danger
is that near - and that I can only escape
by dumb luck. There is no craft this good.
I am watching someone's servant. He
is standing fast while kneading some
dough. Making bread; a kitchen chore,
a task for sure. I can only say
I do not like the modern day.