Counting Compromises

Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.
― Don DeLillo, White Noise  

Messy things compromises are, all dislike

This bittersweet debris of tangled strings,

Some are arranged out of love and care,

These rioting twins, so complex they’re.

Some are forced upon asthenic hearts,

Too disoriented or districted to refuse,

Are these are ones that needs counting?

Or those which are dealt with reflexively?

Compromises for upgrades, which rests

Raising storms of fears, of far off future

And hushes down, the blues and sets

Straight that rudderless sail in ocean.