Aberrations, Impersonators, and You, The Circumnavigator

An aberrant, bizarre day,

laid out in an odd, uncanny way.

In the morning,

robbed by menacing thugs,

those mad, elemental wrongdoers

who always proposed thunder.

Their violent appearance

should never have escaped your notice.

In the afternoon, 

you caught the attention of a kind, cooing impersonator,

ploughing across a clay path

while insisting on clean feet.

In the future, 

use your beforehand knowledge

to avoid joining those choosing to misunderstand,

and by yourself, judge how well the days burn. 

Look inside, seek divine behavior.

Loosen the temporary holding switch

at the train yard’s edge,

controlling the momentary convergence of bright spots,

then follow a shiny spread of…..

pursue the bright snapshot of……

the detailed oscillation of your one lonely thought.

Hold that thought,

and you’ll actually stumble over belongings lost,

including that strange thing,

stored in the opposite cabinet of your psyche,

and you’ll be more thankful than you have ever been.