often times there is an inside joke waiting to be out-ed. A dent in the camera of the mind's subjected eye. the only way to truly know the flailing character
of that which you carefully scrutinize you must first
open the can of worms through the fun house mirror
that you constantly ignore.
here the remains of a sanguine day
become the only parts of the day you ever truly wanted anyway.
keep your heart in your hand and your sanity at bay,
for nothing is more dangerous than exercising squareness
in the turn-around circle of misplaced feelings.