Except for the pain,

uncertainties abound

thereabouts of life;

nothing should interest

unless there is deeper stake.

Found everything a commonplace.

Nothing to look forward to,

but for the past revisiting;

too tired and vexed.

No new steps came to

that should be belonging to God.

Listened to Him from the above--

an ear pressed against the floor.

Crawling things entered

my each pore.