a shimmery, glossy opal,
in a world otherwise so dull.
making itself notefull,
making me feel hopeful.

may the glass be half-full,
though the woes increase tenfold.
i shall stay forever hopeful,
i shall tame the ten bulls.

and as i gaze into the opal,
the shimmery, glossy opal.
there’s something i now know,
there’s nothing i don’t know.

everything
shall
stay
in
its
rightful
place.