am i bold enough?
i remember in feelings
and trust most events
i sleep willingly
and assume unmonitored accountability
the sun slapped me across the face an hour ago
and i pled for more sleep:
every one and thing must have a turned head at some point
and not even on my knees i wanted that point
the integrity of the universe is great
as far as i can tell
and the difference isn’t to me, but over my head
the sieve and the sand 
one problem (of many) with my poetry is it’s too obscure, so for some i’ll include what it’s about: i try to leave all of the clues, but i don’t.
there was this day that i wanted time to stop so that i could sleep longer, which got me thinking about my faith in whatever it is that enforces the laws of physics. that is what this one is about.
[26 jan 5: finding a goal to overcome predispositions]
[23 apr 8: brute-force research v. thought experiments]
[4 dec 4: skill and effort are pointless without passion]
[11 apr 8: feelings about time’s progression change with age]