A new balance walking on grass made of moss and slate absorbing the secrets and lies held tight by the ghosts of my fanciful mind. The mind ready to pull the trigger of inspiration and impulsive need to figure it all out before the serpent opens Pandora’s ring and slips it onto her own finger and slices my throat for his sheer amusement.

A court house set up with posture that the judge mocks in expert knowing yet brilliant minds play dumb to appease the children dangling carrots over a vat of witches brew. Cheer and jeers to the one so elegant to cozy up to the bar and spin with the records playing on the heartstrings of a harem of delicate ladies.

A fog so convincing that an open heart can only rage to set herself free and men to defend a loyal donkey painted red forced obliged to porcelain skin rubbing lipstick on the dog’s collars. Blocking the moon with their silence; no feeling on the edge of distinction.

Rebel rooster waking me up from my window overlooking the farm sometimes wandering into my back yard while my anxious guardians shooo get out of here back to junkyard museum that fascinated my senses. A quick get away to watch the gangsters swear and smooch all while keeping my knee highs perfectly white and skin clear as a sill potted with geraniums.

Mickey Mouse hugs me close professing undying love from a collect call not knowing my last name. A disapproving dad irks my curiosity to take to the streets and not inhale. Loud cars and city life made electric by contrast to the white hills daze and delusion.

Graduated clean and squeaky with my mouth washed out with soap and the secret of my double life kept easy in the memory of a private mind.

a jester in a funhouse thinking i am the wizard but seeing that my reflection is upside down and the maze has dry ice flashing phantoms to red rover rummy directions distracted in starts. A vacation destination that I forgot to leave making the concession attendant my bro and the tour director my goddess. The real world spook at least has branches and trees with limbs to grab onto and security to climb high. rooted. grounded. mirrors of truth not distortions made to contain the masses of lost kiddos seeking attractions and Eden’s pythons onto the life of me.

Time Hat my lord a wallet at his back wherein he puts Olms of oblivian

A great sized monster of ingratitudes. Those scraps are good deeds past

Which are devowOrd as fast as they are maid. FORGOT as soon as DONE.

PERseverence Deer my lord. keepshonorbright To HAVE DONE is to hang quite out of fashion like arusty

MAIL on monumental MOCKERY

take the INSTANT way

for emulation hth a tousand sons dat onebyone PurSUE

If you GIVE WAY or HEDGE aside from the direct 4nite like to an entered TIDE they all RUSH BY and leave you kindmost

Or like a gallant horse fallen in first RANKliethere 4payment to the abject Rear. or RUN& trampled on.

Then What they do in PRESENT tho less than yours of PAST must orTOPU

For TIME is like a fashionable host dat slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand and wit iz arms outstretched, as he would FLy, graps in the comer. WELCOME EVER SMILES & farwell goes out sighing.

Oh let not virtue seek re-numeration 4 the thing it WAS. For beauty wit vigor of bone dessert in SERVICE. LOVE FRIENDSHIP CHARITY ARE SUBJECT ALL 2envious and culminating TIME

One touch of nature makes the whole world kincompared to thee thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake all too short a date;

sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often in his gold complexion dimm’d; by chance or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d but thy eternal summer shall not fade nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in her shade when in eternal ine to cut time though growsst….so long as men can breathe or eyes can see; so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

that all with one consent praise new born gods, though they are made and mouded of things past, and give to dust that is a little guilt, more laud than gilt o’er-dusted.

The present eye praises the present object. Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, that all the Greeks begin to worship Artemis, since thangs in motion sooner catch the eye than whatnot stirs.

The cry went once on the, and still it might, and yet it may again, if thou wouldst not entomb thyself ALIVEandcasethy reputation in thy tent: Whose glorious DEEDS, but in this feeld ofLATE, made emulous MISSIONs’mongst the gawds themselves and drave GREAT MARS to faction…..