Now summiting my story’s arc.
It’s just me singing in the dark.
Tripping thru the light fantastic.
It’s stark, yet soft…smoothly drastic.
The tale’s design, on top, feckless.
Yet, deep within, all but reckless.
Love’s antagonist shape-shifter.
Family, friends, lovers, grifters.
Still wringing truth from all the lies.
Then rinse, repeat & poetize.

