I thought my life was well br rounded in a bottle. br I was aloof and trampled br by the weight of my despair. br The canopy of drear was in br all the curves of my circumference. br It was a blasphemous time and br I had no loving God. Just a br power that was not dainty, but me. br Alone, was my past life. br This world was rounded br to converge with a fit of br jealous rage that I suppressed br with a good intoxication. Now, br although late in this life, I have br those things. I have taken advantage br of this life He has given me. With br every new breath I take I absorb br a gift a new love for my life. br I have a chance; a new start.