Social Commencarey

Oscillating reflections not hidden to the searching eye

Unknown shapes that rebound the missing reply

Mentally eviscerated, gutted, bleeding, before you

No Floyd walls, no Johns denial, no bravado to undo

The spinning top that represents the uncontrolled struggle

Veritable and incontrovertible limitations on the nature of my rotations

But not seeking the Tarot or the palm or crystal ball

Accepting Karma within my most controlled and defined boundaries

Sadness that the old Classical boys don’t get a guernsey these days

About only ads that can barely do beautiful music snippet plays

And oh the awful realisation of the prevailing and encouraged ignorance

Selfish blindness to the financial wave-like realities to which we dance

Beauty that is illuminated by the rare turquoise individuals

Temporarily satiates disillusionment and frustration

Care, love, kindness and charity balance the stupidity

The nasty, idiotic, extremist views locked in the past

Good will prevail……