This book of poetry is the chronicle of a doctor's burnout, beginning with the Covid-19 pandemic and its endless unexpected developments. The anxiety disseminated by the virus and its multiple variants was amplified by the practical difficulties in caring for people and ever-worsening resource scarcities in our system. The relevancy is acute: burnout is a primary concern facing the medical profession today and perhaps most of society. And just when he thought he hit rock bottom, the author also suffered the loss of his father, which added grief to the ordeal. But a slow process of recovery began with the support of a loving family, healthy habits, the catharsis of writing, and the tincture of time (to use an old medical saying). In these poems a year of suffering and healing plays out in the context of our place in a world we are degrading, and a universe we still can't understand. If only we could reverse our own civilization's long burnout to achieve a respectful state of equilibrium with our surroundings: homeostasis in biological terms, or in Buddhism, Oneness with the world.