The penance for not knowing how to live is learning how to live

You fucked up.
There is no forgiveness.
Only the facts:
you'll die one day,
and if you're reading this,
you're still here.

Take down those contractions
and you might start to understand
will
are 
are
the only relevant
tenses.

Life is ruined
and fortunately
life is ruins. 
From the rubble
you might make
bricks.

Muscle becomes muscle
via broken muscle.
The best you can do
is rest and then
do.

And write a letter
to your youth
every day
with the new pen
and its fermented ink.