Oh, and wait, there’s iteration
Logic dictates stop and think
Examine closely losing streaks
Accumulate snow as one goes

Scanning the horizons for respite
Down time and gathered composure
Roll the dice the other way
And aggregate measures of this

Support that is being sought
Burdened with fresh experience
Counting for both less and more
As our means develop viscosity

Setting in stone work in progress
Losing moral inventory review
As we react to this urgency
With hands tied and waist deep

As if caught at high tide
Feet and toes in the turbid sand
Bound by binary questions
And unable to shift at all

From the centre to success
Defying laws of averages
Denying chaotic interaction
Stretching into ripe old age.