When does so much become so little?

Believing it’s always your turn


Your debt to yourself is catching up

Your life is empty (as such)

Left with no thing:


Just sand slipping through your fingers

Tell me
When does too little become too much?

This quadrille is a reworking of my poem Taking Stock, a cascading poem itself based on the lyrics (italicised) from the Nomeansno song Stocktaking. Shared with dVerse Quadrille #231 – much