To Mine In Kind

The beat is techtonic, and I see a rose in my mind. Glorious beginnings crash and burn in the realities I see. People are not as they seem. My mind must process the disease and deceit and find myself in a space and place to function through to a further point than the day before. I write about the blight, and I definitely see and feel the malady around me. Sensitive, infinity, brings no divinity in my eyes, just the opposite. I understand, but I look away. A call is heard, but there is no great peace in the recall and then rebuttle. Sometimes a shawl does cover my naked shoulders, and sometimes I sit with a chill. You are welcome in, but be prepared for what the demonic can do to your memory and perception of yourself and your everyday deeds. It is a time for the breakdown of MINDFULNESS. This moment only. Do your understanding of the right thing right now, and forget appeals and apologies. No longer play to the coy who call you to do the their molesting "right" thing. The only perception of "right" is theirs, and thus THEY are the most evil of all. No nuances and abilities are counted, and those I would call MINE are guelded in a day.