Night Before

What aura fills my genetic makeup?

Will I do well enough to raise it back up?

Will I do so bad it takes a nosedive?

The cloud is real.

The stakes are pounded in with a steel sledgehammer.

I look back, and I fill with yellow,

But I think back, and that sun turns to near dark ocean color.

I better look back

On the day itself,

One wrong move,

And it's a boulder breaking at the bottom.

Inhalation, calm, and face ability

Must be what I have;

The steep cliff will not be scaled

If my cranium is doing loops and circles;

Only a meditated look

Will gift me with readiness.