down to its lizard foundation
But every so often something prevents critical mass
at it’s repeatedly at the very last moments
It could be understated:
A nod, a look, a knowing well-coded aside
Or resolute:
A jab, a touch, a kiss
And, shit, everything is back in sync – reset
all “Kool and the Gang” style – for precious periods
Sit or stand
Or even kneel
Just never bend over
For faith, fear, or
fatherland
Smile and grin
And often agree
With truths impossible
Nodding shows you understand
When the disposition, the attitude simply
heads down hill uncontrollably
Just missing thresholds where
return is not plausible, possible, or advisable
Then it’s time (again) to
trust the path; ride it out
These are the attractive whirlpools of insanity
the very same of recurring visions
