This Little Stasis of Mine
Unbeknownst to the faceless wandering of anonymity, the hero flourishes under the beaming sun.
Hapless destinations devoid of destiny do our sorrows detest.
Clamoring onto the task of the minute at hand.
We explore the present moment in so far as it indulges distraction or survival.
Everything will eventually be fine.
A vacant contentedness of limitation.
This little stasis of mine.