Anarchy Is a State of Mind

You know how madness creeps into the night, slips around yesterday's door to memory, leaves you terrified of consequences & what was left behind

by ageless reason, circumstance leads to accidental lapses & you scream at changes in the sea.

You wave, to the wind for a sunset of gold & amethyst, sing rainbows of the moon in time. While the seasons turn upon themselves you grow stiffly old.

In a pre-fabricated dance you're humming out of tune.