justwrite 20 june

there’s a moon with its light on the sight gone from tired eyes each step is a surprise and each candle is a sun there are many unsung lines from those times and these days there’s a maze of polite intrigue the social kind loosely defined the drama of commas misplaced the trace of sarcasm filling chasms of doubt the route less taken and more mistaken than ever we are getting closer to something else we are eating to everyone’s health and figuring out the recipes the test piece of cake the wake and the sleep and the inbetween feats of strength of patience of caution of abandon I am looking forward to a rebellious stage but I’m not sure what it’ll be against it’ll mostly be for and on and into and out and about there are other prepositions which will fit the list there are twists that cannot be tied and fits that cannot be sighed out of use the tantrums drumming up attention in the supermarket aisles I am in style and also out of sorts my cohorts with the clean dishes and the neverwasted minutes haven’t got two things left to do before sleeping but I’m keeping pace staying in place keeping the peace and catching and releasing the feasts and the famine glamorizing each surprising development in tabloid style broadcast with longlasting ink in the sink where the vegetables wait there are later-day saints and there are early-morning risers placed along the stage raging in harmony against the scene into the machinery of production the power and the people and the steeple high above except in this case likely a dome and you know no place like home could be so gold-leafed could turn such a cool cheek to the pillow no mellow moments no subtle concern earns such complete rest passing each test and writing more questions giving bonus lessons and gathering the interest paying off the balance throwing off the ballast things not to be imagined tragedies and comedies playing out to infinity but as you like it such love’s no labor’s lost