Take It Or Leave It

reflections condense in the mist of time it is what it seems to be in prismatic recoil and then another broken shard mirrors illusions of self-centred sparkling confusion when the lime light turns into a sour brew of convictions denied their valid conclusion where necessary and sufficient lacks clarity an olive branch reaches out to impermanence translucent and ephemeral certainty levitates flies against tides and currents in stormy repose a surrender to ignorant dogma gathers a glimpse of what reality is and how to stoke change and reprieve parabolic contention yields new paradigms and hope the dialectic wheel turns ever faster and spins new yarns squares a circle of never-ending angles and perspectives dizzying heights wait for the patient purveyor of peace 25th November 2020