This is it.

If I could start over

it wouldn’t

make a difference.

This is it.

This is how

it was always

meant to be.

Like Greek Mythology,

three sisters

have spun, measured, and cut

my fate.

I no longer hum

those daytime dirges,

but in sleep hear brilliant concerto’s

covered by the night.

Dealing in Quantity not Quality.

One, two, three, four, five

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, el

Evan, twelve, thirteen.