All Reflection Therein

by Michaelw1two What to think on this day’s rise to summer’s praise and spring’s goodbyes, wish upon one’s life and sigh or gladly breathe and greet opened eyed, what comes or passes one’s thoughts and mind surmise the simplest of time’s surprise, expressed so within a moment’s nigh words pulled and pushed and so disguised, plied haphazardly upon your id’s reprise through these falling dreams off sleeping’s cliff, summoning’s shadow, the confusion lifts gleam of sight and mind’s shallow drifts, reveal the extense and callous shifts humanity’s craze, reality’s haze, mind’s visual mist, rift opening through thought’s weary gist decide which side your mindset missed, irreality’s glare or this reality’s subsist exist to only know or to truly insist, decry that thought is cruelly honed in this reality’s grime and by humanity’s daft, intent against the purpose of life’s portend converge these thoughts, this mind this mix, convey, refine, congeal this matter’s jest confect life’s sweat, blood and genuflect, renounce each doubt, each negative dissect decline what is weak, that which lacks respect, reject that ‘normal’ implies consent peruse with intent, this bard’s lament, review the comments, and replied content inspect, between each line’s casting leant, all cautions stave, all conscience bent reflections image, let these be forever spent, therein, your new consciousness now divinely replent. Michael WalkerJohn