I have been counting my seasons,

Nearly half of which have surely passed

Without discovering any focal

Monism

Dualism

Trinity

Quadrinity

 

But there has been emotion and thought,

Nearly all of which has surely massed

Without failing any personal

Ethics

Aesthetics

Intellectuality

Morality

 

And I sit here like a jewel bearing,

Nearly all of my purpose in self-referential durability

Without un-necessary frictions

Northern

Southern

Easterly

Westerly

 

Soon I shall be only counting my minutes

Most of which shall have passed

Without losing any meaning

Solstice

Equinox

Samhain

Beltain