I Didn’t Need To Use My AK  

One thinks one is well enough. But how can we be sure?
Being sober.
For now, that must be enough, to be considered a good day.
All else is gravy.
A sober day, whatever maintenance that requires, must be considered
A good day.

One is grateful, and says so.
One knows one must eat.
Fats, Proteins and Carbs- the source doesn’t much matter.
One doesn’t need sugar, caffeine, or nicotine,
but one makes allowances for small harms, silver linings.

One needs a meeting, that is clear enough.
We are not interested in the past but what One wants to do about it.
One needs to sleep in the knowledge 5am will come everyday awake.
One needs to move this temple- ideally through nature
The purpose doesn’t much matter. And some days there will be rain.
One needs money, not too much, if One is wise.
One feels the lack of of a women, that lack of poetry.
That exchange of fluids.
Mine are strong but not pure, as yet un-honeyed.
ones’ speech is still coarse and rough
Eyes still wild, lacking the virgin’s lap of captivity.
Each day the plane skeins new wood into a piece
fit to the ship of this life’s purpose.