27 May 2015 23:45 My strong belief that all will turn out fine Is the one thing that truly i possess That i am etched in to the grand design averts me from such torrents of distress. When muses visit midnight dreams of late And tempt me with their cunning peaceful arts There's little else to do but contemplate The blessings that my life and sage imparts. For in the fretful fragments of my fears Lies a realm both structured and absurd To there i travel through worries and through years To the abundant spaces between words.