VICE-VERSA VERSE: Some more fragmented poetry from the most all-over-the-place blogger you know.

SO IT GOES
When I think we are
all going to die
so who cares if we feel
a little sick from stress
along the way --
next I realize stress
is nothing in the face
of mortality and then
I remember
we feel sick
because of mortality.

What kills us
saves us.
God how it hurts
to be saved.