No Chances.

No Chances My eyelids close in misery, but where has your innocence gone? I'd like to ignore the pounding of raindrops on the roof, which has been reborn into something far less conclusive than reality. We rush in without wonder, and witness another miracle of self. It brushes away the wounds of yesterday; I hear the empty shell cracking. Break out of your shell, reveal the yellow bareness of beauty; there is only one chance left, and then it's gone, drifting into the blackness that was once sleep. There is no shred of doubt. -published in "Chantarelle's Notebook."