i wish for the opportunity, the privilege rather, to have grave concerns for what mankind about me,
in ways of fortune and prosper for all, but alas, a roiled monster lives in my boots, an insatiable unctuous grey leech takes my rent,
and my daylight toils are endless to purchase a mere breath above clouded water’s crest;
perhaps i am not sure i am equiped. I might be occupied by just my self. call it my grave concerns.