All is Well

Waiting Pleasant spaces In the shadows Hide the faces Things undone and then reborn Slowly Remove the masks I’ve worn Not regretting Not upsetting Not transpiring, just tiring Not letting it get to me today Setting up to catch the fray And all is well And All is good Though all is yet misunderstood And all is well And All is great I just keep sleeping in too late And at the slightest hint of it, I crush the feeling; teeth I’ll grit And come back off it Normal again I’ll smile, lose or win And inkling Trickling Into inkling Stinks of something Half-forgotten Rotting in the Ominous The prickles present tickling But all is fine And all is dandy (as he sipped upon his brandy) All is clear And all is pure And All had damn well better be sure Mark Burton Saturday, November 4th, 2006, 3:18 A.M.