autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.


Life is made of change
Truth: No thing is forever
Always hard to take

A river, flowing
A cascade that races by
Stopping for nothing

I am just flotsam
Doing the best that I can
Just like all of us

Float, paddle, or swim
These are the only options
It is as it is

Rough waters, right now
Perhaps soon, a placid lake
There is always hope