Sweeping chaos into corners.
Lumpy rugs noticed by scorners.
Out of the way’s all one can do.
Never out of sight or mind, you.
The creeping mess past watchful time.
Disorder searching for lights lime.
Honeyed words & forward action.
Ugly blocked from gaining traction.
Sisters grim in codependence.
Neither conjures independence.
Good witches balance discord’s scene.
Our constant battle’s evergreen.
Clear space & make live memories
Never cede ground to enemies.
What will be left when fates use knife?
Tidy, but dusty, well used life.