There is poetry in life if you look hard enough for it - coincidences, chances, all planned. It's carried on the air, it goes from ear to ear, the secret whispered from me here to you there if you tune in to the wavelength thing transcending boxes, kettles, chains - your pains are real but suck at your days, chew them, make them speak to you. No waste, no daze is what I'd recommend - it's short enough as it is. Be your own friend.next poem