If you are on the right
side of the moon everything is
as it should be, but when Lunacy
comes phasing baby, then you see
the positive as in a photo
negative, and what is is not only what is,
but what you are positive of, might be.

If you ain't been there,
don't ask.
You're no accident,
there are none.  It's no accident
who you're hanging with either.
It rhymes, if not
totally rhythmic:

It's no accident
how long you last
but you rise if you can
and you wane when you must
you must trust
you must last
while you sedate
yourself, because you see
a different reality.

Opposite things are true,
not just because realities
differ.  Lunacy, an ambition
where death is the beginning:

we who are blessed know
the gamut of realities,
because ages after returning
we remember all,
it lurks.

We cannot control the waxing
nor the ebbing, but we know
that our cycles, when we can disrupt
them are an effort
to become less predictable,
fooling the clock winder
who doesn't really exist --
as some of us know
though some of you
swear by... of course language
is not so inadequate
as is understanding.