That alter to meet
The shifting needs
You deem relevant to your current state
Disregard for the hard
Line you draw
But which you claim
Is so difficult to demarcate
What you feel, what you know
And what you do.
Devaluation of ideal
Versus valorisation of what you feel
In this moment
Regardless of worth and longevity
That final night in October
When the intangible cross the liminal –
Last night the big smoker himself came
And told me each has their relationship with him
That none should judge the other,
That time will set the destiny of the soul and balance the inhumanity.
Eschatology: this ghostly guidance
Challenges me.
Nothing in relation to you can be trusted
Your reality reaps from whatever field you deem to cross
The past that cannot inform the future
But does in spectre
The present that can change the future
Through the inspector
The need for change between times
Through introspection.
Does fate give us the tools?
Does faith make us the fools?
Trusting ghosts or ghouls
As friends become fiends
In disguised guiles and biased wiles.
I know not. But should I apply what I do?
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