now I can't see the forest for the firewood

such fine lumber to befell before me

(which tree to chop? which limb to lop?)

I fix my gaze upon the trees and ask for a moment of clarity

alas a decision then with each incision:

abdominals bracing pulse a'racing timbers taming figments framing reverberations rattling spiders scuttling sawdust piling arborist smiling chainsaw burring petrol burning wood dividing conscience chiding

sweet separation

and don't forget to breathe