Don't fall into the pit;

make it no more than it really is;

bypass the back of your mind

and Jackson Browne's Fountain of Sorrow;

retain its proportions;

make it easier on yourself,

let it stay within the limits you allott it;

just a stay and a return, no more,

no life-changer,

allow no hasty decisons made in anger

or on the spur;

let your aging life flow for as long as it lasts,

between these poles, or rather, at both poles,

with that thread in between, that passage-way,

through that gate;

that steely rail through the wastelands

or along that slotted white trail across the heavens

Don't over-estimate the loneliness

that befalls all beings