A rose is a rose is a rose.
And I am in diverging moods.
Still it meets to a point of sanity.
But I am close to nought,
Which may be penultimate.
The fundamental may be nigh.
But who knows?
I grasp to what is near.
Hoping it will hold me from falling.
I will survive.
With flying colors of human helpers
And Divine sparklers,
Abstract creatures mental,
Material assurance, and natural.
See the hope? Up up up.
And look around.
Its not as helpless as you think.
Look around but close your eyes.