Apologist

So it has come to gravel
grasped in fists.  An unstoppable capsule
slumps in the middle of my throat. 
The back of your neck is slightly
out of reach.
  
 The idiot-light should have been blinking
 for years.  The agreement is slightly skewed,
 but statistically, it all works out.  Let it go.
 Let it go and laugh.  This is the first day of
 ‘I know I can.’
  
 Says me this once at swivel pitch—
 how our planets mix.  How sudden do we,
 my pretty genius.