like glass
or some kind of portal
a dimensional shift
flipping realities
with a clear line of dissonance
between complimentary distortions
of a false binary
still
hope finds a way

in this moment
analysis is often a liability
with the next breath
the wind of whim
or complacency
remembering how fragile
how the illusion of time wasted
can take it all away

be here then
now my friends
sit
but with alacrity

this day breaks hard and fast
despite its beauty
so please keep hold
with all sense at the ready
our next actions
may just be more determinate
than we currently believe possible

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m