ritual of misery's loves

Let's reassure each other, ourselves 
We can do this. Saying "No,
of course not." "Of course it
won't!" It's not promises, just

A way to weave words against 
the hot and pressing hard and unyielding 
stones, in obstacles and projectiles clashed 
and splintering, and with us between. Such
immutable force and resolve are facts 
arrayed and displayed, irresistible
to such fools as we. Oh, we know 

to bull and bear our bets upon
our backs. Our words can't bind
on chance or fate or luck gone flat, plus
we have besides decided choice is
the best bet yet. Still, not sure. 
Here are no sure things that we
can't slip, or catch, or get. If 
we want, we can collect 
quite a set. Plastic and malleable
as debt. One day, we'll look

back on this, 
and forget.