The piles in the apartment are difficult to pass,
this is true,
but they present an intuitive organization structure
that brings about comfort and understanding
and presents an environment like a volcano range
where a giant steps among them.
There is beauty, from that view.

My piles bring me pleasure.
My piles bring me joy.
My piles help me organize my life.
My piles may disturb visitors to my domain
but visitors so often cause me strife.

The piles in the apartment sometimes diminish over time
and get moved to other areas.
They sometimes change in consistency and shape.
The general idea of them tends to remain, however,
and the fundamental structure goes forward.
The arc of the universe bends ever toward the piles,
and I respect that.