A Riddle For My Former Self

Kept. On. Try-ing.
To make the pieces fit
Long after
I'd realized the puzzle
Was-n't. Fin-ished.
Indian style on the floor
Making a mess of this miracle
...
Who knew?

Here. And. Now.
This moment's a universe, you know
It's the only one we've got
But mine is mine, get your own
Make a boat, now, row
The passage
Through Scylla and Charybdis
Is full of sharp rocks and narrow
Scare easily?
Don't you
Dare. O-pen. Your. Eyes.
If you're not,
Ready to light
A torch against this storm
This war is for life

But the forces that fight you
Are the same that you were wrought by
And that rock above thy head
Is the wait to the grave
Time's a chain
You're no slave

Now, GO!
Make this life beautiful