Gabled Fantasy

[mousey1]

out beyond the edge of imagination
grounded completely by offlimit flights
helm uncaptained by any sense of right
an open wound in the night sky
gabled fantasy
hemmed and hawed at
and clawed at the door
overpenalized as always
choosing the least
of the less than righteous
Homeopathic urges to make the sound choice
I tend to do the right thing wrongly and the wrong thing not at all
I won't admit
that common ground
choosing the middle ground
is the accepting of defeat
I memorized that last breath
and repeated it over and over again
it's the only way
commandeer automatically
surging overflow of rhythm
beat
beat
beat