there are days i think the universe drips with evil
mostly the trepidation only generates fear
creates bubbles where silence will awaken with anxiety
rather than meterings of tension that crescendo over the course of the day
generally those times also start with a headache
the kind that begins at the base of your skull
and diffuses outward and upward …
so while there often rings a 60/40 chance that so much of reality is run by ill-intent
i choose to pretend that good men are in charge
then my physical being can rise to meet the day
with half a chance
of being part of the solution
rather than weighting the problems with despair
it’s not really fooling yourself (rose colored glasses don’t come cheap)
… more like
guessing within a realm of optimal outcome
sometimes you pad the stakes for any reasoned deliverance
