I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.
But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.
Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.
So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.
You smile. No, it is not fatal.
If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.