we just might

we of the ever changing

might place aside the prison of fear

in the name of the moment

we of the ever changing

might nudge our canoes off sandy lake shores

to skim across glass surfaces

letting contentment form our lines of vision

we of the ever changing

could recognise the function of darkness

placing it's blessings in the sunrises and rains

to be grown into cool shade and shelter later

there may be unstoppable awakenings

wherein the nightmare fades

the sting disappears never to return

the sibilant whisper and wet chuckle chokes

it could be that the vise and vices

always lose their holds one way or another

if one pays attention

disallowing the building of wretched cases

by inner advocates of victimization

both endured and engendered

we might laugh soon

at the clowning of our jesters of fear

dance lightly away

take flight leaving them

chained to small pretenders

shrinking in the distance

we might know the fleeting moment

in exchange for the permanence of fascination

with the potential beauty appearing now