Come Now, The Ides of March

Cusp of life and line of death, the infamous midpoint at which debts are due; the ledger stands balanced, impeccable.

Terms fulfilled, contract complete, thank you for your support.

Cut and dry, transcriptional, but it turns out facts can be ignored.

The warming air of a coming Spring, rising to meet the Ides; so too, the compelling notion that it is time for business less usual.

The mind rests, which is as good a start as any.