"The Real Deserts Are Outside Of Tradition."

The protocols
of morning
engender
resurrection:
rising at five,
coffee laced
with bourbon;
lighting the initial
cigarette;
the sounds of Bach;
urging a new fire
to life;
watching dawn
break from
the frozen deck;
even visiting
the frigid outhouse.
These small acts,
repeated daily,
become rites
that mold
and shape the
random disorder
of existence,
coax meaning
from the bedlam
of being.
Ritual extirpates chaos;
the world returns
to light.
  - mce