Always Is

penchants for doing things the right way unhinge the knighted sky shot full with holes twinkle twinkle little star, you burn so very bright, where have you all gone? home you say, dancing the edges of madness’ thin veils containment slotted through the IS’s of consecutive sequenced selfs, unawakened self-righteous indignation, plagiarize the potential for adulterated emotions conspicuous lapse of good judgment right the scales of too much this or that, the arms of balance form both positive and always behind the seen, negative imagery this land whirls the positive insisting it’s our only reality of expression, negative quivers with pretence experienced as a landscape of oblivion ensued from forgetfulness...always is a this and a that, a hat and a cat, a louse and a mouse. Always is...