World between Zero and Whole

Welcome to another day
In the floating world, the world
That staggers its drunkard’s walk

Through everything you’ve decreed
Shades of probability.
I hope it goes well, you say,

And, I hope it’s not too bad.
You anticipate, review
Your past, modify your plans,

Breathing, skin-wrapped, blood and bones,
Whether you’re leader of state,
Oligarch, or frightened child,

Whether recent days went well,
Whether right now you feel like hell.