These days extend
Into more
And still more
It is always more
As the gaps widen
Into canyons
We no longer slip through
We plummet
A fall from grace
In spectacular fashion
But whether we fall
Or whether we rise
The demands remain:
More, more, and more
An endurance test
Made only to watch
The inevitable crash
That follows
This cluttered and crowded path. – Caroline A. Slee