A shoelace unraveled, loosening threads
bark, bleed, trip, and fall
it’s how the story raptures in a tizzy
A web
wound
too tightly
intricate
entanglement
pulsing layers
of silken expansion
traverse the void
to tempt the hand
of fate
Consider the fact:
everything you’ve ever done
was just good enough
in the moment
to slide by
with a shrug
and aw-shucks
smile
while not causing
a fuss
but once the scales
have finished weighing
all the sand
and the sugar
and the salt
from your deeds
more will be demanded
of your actions
than simply placating karma
for life transcends the game
of patty-cake
and rings of roses
and some lovers wax poetic from their hearts
and some philosophers pontificate ad nauseam
and some priests prattle on about the soul
but some ideas are born from burning bowels
and these leave a trail of ash along their path