Infrequent turpitude. Sanctioned disbelief standing upon the myths of moment and maligned reason. The hands of someone trusted forgotten by the unfortunate decision to pursue lesser avenue. Stuck on wrong side of town and track courtesy of impertinent sanction. Lost to the seeds of weathers sounding the depths of moral incapacity. Back azimuth leads to naught when time and testimony dependent. We have the shoes that we have chosen to put on.

A title free of passion’s incumbrance, I wallow in the pity of decisions poorly planned. Orange skies and blue nightmares droning out the corporate byline of self importance. Along for the ride with no where to hide and none to blame for my recompense. These are the arms having lifted heavily that sought the shallow rewards when deep, honorable feelings were offered. In the depth of an evening never meant the reflections are filled and counted lost.

Scour the universe for adventure, never reaching proper permutation or station freed from doubtful regret. Was invited, never responded, showed anyway to be turned away for policy violations. Well thought speeches must still be delivered in rhythm, rhyme and passion to be repeated by our Grandkids. Katydids and filigree once special moments too private for sharing erased on the pathways to starlight. To these legions we have sworn fealty and eat the fruits of labors given. All for the denial of warmth, comfort and indecision.

Time Proper arrives sometimes unwanted when expectations unmeasured fail to accept the doctors control sequence. What and where are properties recovered turned down by the unwanton, welcomed territory to those with buried pearl. Alongside at starboard a retrievals note found foils and covers and converts in inland. More to pillage gainful uproar languish the boredom of unthankful slaves to treasure and terror. Readied for the wrong dance, standing in the room only given with ample security of our own creation, yet this time we face the dawn of rivers less traveled