Both Feet Grounded - A Possible Journey

The solution is a massive, global, focused resolve - a prose poem.

Loathsome breaks belie
A heavenly change
In sanctity
And sheer velocity.

The Wyatt Earp
Sets his sights
On knowing values.

Chastened and bruised,
I lurk in submissive hiding.

A column of certainty -

The virile pantheon
So profound in equity,
As in true civility -

A pale driver in a golf bag,
Suspiciously morose
And detrimental -
Amid a tireless slate
Of adventurous holes

The mashing belligerence
Of fall, summer, winter, and spring
Slung over my shoulder -
A journey of provocative friendship
And non-existent clarity. 

An opportunity for sectional focus
And composed energy -

And institutional objectivity...