right before it
turns on you like
a rabid raccoon

but it's irresistable
and I am a child
of the Universe

I am fragile
I am tenacious
I am whimsical

one scorpion sting
will never arrest
my spirit, and

its venom cannot
reach my soul or
spoil my heart

we are much alike
this scorpion and I
yet so indistinct and

undefined relationships
are ultimately fickle
at their utmost best

provocatively
triangular and
forever confusing

so I gently break a
sacrificial wishbone
with care, by myself

and I softly set
the smaller half
upon my marble shelf

one unlucky break
of dry brittle bone
unraveling life's mysteries...