Driving a vehicle can be a problem.

Otherwise, it’s a godsend

much more often than not,

 

the way it gathers the colorless

threads of tedium and weaves them

into the tapestry of the unconscious,

 

or holds at bay, if for but

the concupiscent seconds of a dream,

the strangle-crazy hands of fate.

 

Its dark side, infrequent as it is,

can be chilling.  The one time

God had a touch of it, Lucifer fell.