succeeding at finding the best possible accommodations between the infinite disappointments and occasional wonders
of life
I have found a foothold
firmly stood in the position oriented to hope
sides battle for intelligence
rage on one
naivety on the other
the fulcrum holds secure
the melancholic nature of this tipping point
has challenged the trust inherent
with pills of advice and drafts of solution
this saturnine phase is one I suspect will hold
still rapt with the naive
more rage weighing the balance
all along pain and sorrow simply asking
to be added to the measure metered out on the scales of a good life
a very good life
turn to a community it needn’t be large
where all have been guided to accept the prescription of sadness
with understanding it washes down
so that we sit with the melancholia a small smile turning toward our eyes
there is no feeling better in this ringed state
it is not best or bad
it is a simple
a solvent to the weary rigidity and ruler-lined passage of life through the bones of a soul