The Count

The count of words
Bear no matter
When the words don’t count.
Weight is measured in action,
Sustenance included in the family.
Starvation is sometimes necessary
For mind and body to adjust
To this haphazard
Diary of life.
The gap allowed for reflection
In the Renaissance of man,
Be it a day, or a lifetime.
The pity of deities
Plays a great role
In the drama of human relationships,
Sinking by day upon conscious wizardy.
By night we are whole,
In dreams.

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