Unveilings 18: 7-12

Daytime, nighttime, all the time is a time to be, to be seen, to care to be. To leave oneself inside oneself and never deny yourself that being. Seeing is believing, they say, but I can’t see a good reason to believe the good is good anymore. Moments before the fall, they say, a deliverance unto man, they say. But hey who are we to know what’s best for ourselves, our welfare, our beings, our stating, our sayings, our believing. Belief is a dangerous beast made of many phantasmagorical fantasies. Don’t get to believe whatever you want, what you taunt, whatever you gawk at behind closed doors. We all sin in our ways so don’t judge those that are not like you. A golden jacket in a silver pond, a sword of Damocles sung in a song. A rip of the bong, a higher entity so you think in this eternity. The wind blows my friend, the winds of change, but the change ain’t good. Adversity is the advancement we seek? Maybe the sisters are right. Trade in the comforts of life for the sorrows of progress. Who are we to know, who are we to glow. Slow down now he thinks as she undressed for the night. A dour glance but a wry smile is all he needed to see. Be with me she sighed.