For the Lucky Ones

How carefree the traipsing inward

Responsibly free

Charging capsules

Poured golden or clear liquid

As acceptable excuse

Yet once inside

Accountability rears its head

Or heads

Never doubt guilt’s pernicious way

Whether alone

Engaged in barstool profundity

Or slumped against an alley wall

Like a magnet to the tongue

One purges

One releases

Realities better left buried

Yet

Extrication involuntarily weeps

Yesterday’s measured and careful calculation

Now but a melted glacier of ill founded confidence

A flood that will ultimately evaporate

Or find an estuary of temporary repose

One’s next morning

Via aspirin or not

Consciousness relives

What might be remembered

As progress toward…

Perhaps

For others

The hours and minutes

Seconds and milliseconds

Will be counted

Come sundown,

One’s glass is full again

Such beings peer languidly

Through reflections

Swirling memories

Determined to sip tenuously

Wanting to merely understand

For the lucky ones…

Only the seeker

Discovers the answer

Claiming ownership to the problem

Begins the process

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