When It Feels Like There’s Not Enough, There’s Even Less

The vanishing point is available
When you sense that running out
Is imminent; all disappears in the
Fading light, for illumination is the
Current that flows through the
Rigidities and fluids, schooling the
Fish and herding the deer; fraught is
The fear: the future is dim
Sought is the sense
That everything is whim
And these whims spring from
The well that has no bottom