Zither open the hatches

nothing needs to be done perfectly in creative work, nor in my day-of-life activity, how i love, which streets are best for walking and in which shoes, candles burning on the table, one flame is going out, princess kitty in all her glorious length resting diagonally on the bed, simple laughter cannonizes the moment, i will pin a new picture to the bathroom wall, no, i will change it again tonight, black and white for color, elevated recognition leads to cup half-full conversation with boss, hands are not burned, fingers can pick up the dice, toss them, but the time for placing bets is over, the game is the process, the action, the continuity and structure of each day, saving grace opening grave, rise up now my golden child, let each turn in your dance keep the comet's tail pointing in your heart-direction, angle of love is not deceit, record keeping mice gnaw the edges of conscious bread, and envy falls through grate, apples roll, seventeen avocados ripen in formula with prayer, someone heard you then, niggled about on frosty windshield denizen, let the smoke curl in even crested waves, belly showing, smile and bless, smile and bless.