Balanced Reciprocity

Balanced Reciprocity
The bad
goes with the good,
as despairingly as
it should.
light of morrow
silt and sorrow
melt into subtle melody.
Winds shift,
Derangement uplift
This petty fault
Better salt
Those perfect picture frames.
Both sadness and laughter,
Find a path
To devour the last-gate way
Slide through
That slippery barrier,
Merrier than yesterday.
Wimboozled, and tired;
Don’t be a liar
Until end of days
Break
Into the morning’s wake.
Just take a stick,
Snuff a wick
And lick the soft, fresh air outside.
Don’t hide
From past extremities.
Just breeze on by,
Breathing high.
Maybe catch a draft or drift

And fly.

The bad
Goes with the good,
As despairingly as
It should.