Brightness or Darkness

There are some people whose bones are hurting and alcohol will dull the pain

An oil can was placed upon lips and the last that was seen was a moon as bright as sun

Pain was not part of this oil rendering and why would it be

Relaxation came at a price to pay with sights that should hide

There was much activity and sex was not one of them as a tear stained their cheek

Then kept asking questions that could not be remembered

Were they important one might ask, but any and all questions are a part of our subconscious

A home was a comfortable place where they had a modest life

I told someone to get the dogs and they only saved the one

They had the right to cry and cry she did

Silver cylinder shape was held by her and the lights, oh the lights was something that was not forgotten

Buttons were pressed and synchronized; lights were displayed

At first the illumination danced to a minute, but then the engine roared; a minuet turned to watusi

She was scared

This was her vision

The end of the world we know

Light sparkled through and it interrupted the silver cord to come back with a jerk

The morning same as usual, but a pose; think of the famous “Thinker”

There were reasons her cerebellum hurt as much as it did

I do believe the so called Middle East of Libya brought on this subconscious contemplation

The discussion was heard in the room, but there was no audience; his ears deaf

Still worrying about the silver cylinder

Was this a nuclear apparatus or a melding of the minds

She does know one thing; the scales are heavy in a bad way

We are given a chose at the moment, but the words ring heavy in ones ear

They chose wisely, they chose poorly and only passing of near time will tell this saga

God be with us all