I’ve been pulverized and built again.
A normal occurrence every ten years
Or so - my cycle is consistent - I plan
To escape it this year - a conscientious
Decision mixed delusion that may just
Come true with enough sugar and salt
A walk in a forest perhaps, or dip in an ocean
Anything that will stop the cycle I step
Into in years that end with three - two
You would think years that end with 2
Would be my turn - born, graduated, purchased
The American dream. divorced, then left
But no the years of three - the amazing
Year of three where life seems to take
Me to another realm of existence: brought
To me by the good folks in the ethereal
Realm