3-5-7 on The Last Day of Winter (in the last page of notebook, now retired)

A moment first since
Silence miraculously
Deafness envelops

How to wind it all down to
A Satisfactory Simmer where
Peace replacing angst ostensibly
A lifelong search for
The very same target

We each carry such an immense awe
of ourselves that
is only balanced by such an
Overwhelming terror of ourselves
There only exists minuscule delineations
of variance that completely separates us
From ideal and actual