the mind is the overlord
even in darkened places
comfort bears witness
to come to the immediate minute
to approach the impending hour
to reach the next day
seemingly a cocoon of protection
as eyes subscribe slowly dim
(and even to pale darkness)
grim hopes then baked
into the crumbs of sustenance
and such-
the opposite of an opulent feast
full taught belly wages-
so this too is reality.

bit none the outside does tame
the lash and laments
that! time marches forth
with no repent – of the mind that bends
reality, for wall the lens
and all the show, the circus hence-
but yes, like bricks in a barrel
can tip a barrow
so too is the shadow
a break, a crack
just like that, an infection
may creep in
or more insidious – a cancer
to burrow and fester
for the later-

for as a single entity
and to protect the identity and form
survival of the fittest
in our animal sense
may be the invitation of death
so I might request
the best defense from ourselves
is the eyes and observation of our pack.