Fulcrum of Lovely Mediocrity
It feels like forNever,
that lovely slip where only humans discuss nonexistence to sacrifice yesterday for reversion revisioning.
80 years from now they laugh at our today.
lovely ways of painting forevermore,
in an uncircumference effort to improve on forever,
not unlike 'unconditional' love improving on love.
Don't try to understand.
Trying isn't unavoidably necessary.
Seasons come from where they go.
Diverting from mistakes isn't alerTable staging,
but failure is.
Mirrors are but fulcrums of true beauty.
Common-crowded minds on the edge of their hearts
weigh in with a load of shhhhh…
logical suppositions.
Come back away
to creaTe new words,
cuz ‘a ton of head ain’t worth an ounce of
heart.’
Living one's life in another person's shadow is an echo
of dismality,
but every movie, even the bad ones,
possesses at least one great line worth hearing.
I have never written for popularity's sake, but I do hope someone enjoys a line here and there. I create opportunities for happiness, introspection, and, occasionally, more. Being alert-able is being a Noticer. © Timothy G Cameron