Manifold

Manifold, that is what we are—
induced towards magnificence
but placed upon the margins
of some kind of malevolence,
an ill-will towards ourselves—

Good Luck. That’s what I say.
Good Luck and God speed
if you’re to think that way.
Good Luck looking around.
Good Luck seeing. That’s what I say.

Manifold, it’s what we are:
anything, everything, yet
we wear so many individualities.
So many this and that’s induced
towards magnificence—we are.

I call it some kind of malevolence;
some kind of ill-will towards
ourselves—that’s why I say
Good Luck.