Vocation

Careers near the Bildung spark.
There's one letter amiss in the 
letter of these claws: a vocation!
O vacation! Elation cannot scratch
this remedial itch. Dig that ditch
by hand, in exchange for demand.
Supple suppliers, snowing in the
grins of every soggy grinch, 
grind mills for swill, delicious
swill. And where is clarity in
all this amiss? It's hiding in the 
pinecones. The wait and see and
spring and fall. The ever and ever
green sing-song demerit, not merely
accepted, spinal. Our vertebrate bark
is like a bite: marking the place where
we are with the sense that we will not
survive any given fire. Retire, rather,
into desistance. Undo. Undo. Undo.
Redo, redo, redo. The structures
and items are stronger than the
self's self -- there for self less.