Clear the future way,
Make do with most,
At least 49% of us are
At your footstool, breathing
Heavily while lying down,
Blanket clenched.
I know the way out of dream
I knew a better way some day
Distant. This is me. Here, here
I am, waiting for breath to slow;
Lay down beside the fire my dog fears.
What a grasp, what a grasp of what
Will be if we only did this, this, or
That that made it work out well
For the clear, for the clear Future way.
