the devil plants seeds

nothing to wring your hands about nothing to tear your hair over nothing to cry over and spill blood to that diary just innocent, well sounding logic that rhymes with your favorite cartoon here just a lyrical music piece that might have been prose or the latest hit from that magazine you sleep with now try to chew on curdled milk tasting like pork does not cause the stomach to churn or tear ducts to flow - innocuous, pass it through because the alarm bells do not ring the orange flickers on and off from a tripwire needing some fix strong pressure unseen when the dam is sturdy like atlas able to shrug it off; poof. and the sky is a darker turn while the boiling water remains unseen to the casual observer still frolicking in the simple days long eroded with a plain of treacherous sharks pouncing over defenses not built to last - crashing to sway a cornerstone delilah uncovers what has been missed, once again the mighty crumble a zero day exploit when blue rains down and a void hangs out in the outer realms with inner self no longer able to project the many edible lies once fantastical poofs away. and what is left just pieces of imagination of what could be, had been unmasked with the tides washed down, rolled back till only skeletons remain of changes in season, the spinner of tales got tired of the charade turned the envious sea blue. it was pay back for the green eyed monster lying at the bottom.