notice the black line
separating love and death.
when you see that black line,
chances are you
are nearing a change in your world.
so, kid, grab a beer or a coffee
or both or a bath or all of the above,
and get ready for a flume ride
to a new wet place of deliverance.
life goes up and life goes down,
round and round,
always and forever, until death delivers us
to a new amusement park
where we are either resurrected, reincarnated,
or the ouroboros eats us.
don't sign on the dotted line
until you have to choose
between keeping your fingers
or gambling on fortune.