It’s hard to miss the daily dosed tragic.
Keep weather eyes for balancing magick.
It is not a lot, but it powers hopes.
The bright speckled lights of our living tropes.
Misery mainly; with lighter margins…
With notes on peace & a thousand pardons.
Pendulums swing thru dark heavy centers.
Sides kiss zero G & flight’s surrendered.
With enough time spent, good & bad are bought.
Notice works of light; not what evil’s wrought.

