Photo by Shane Kell
There is no darkness for what wishes to remain silent/ no shadow for what undergoes in plain brightness. Everyday these things operate like a toll teller's change, at least in the minds of those not inhibited by such things as law and decency, not encumbered in the slightest by what is eroded by a tough skin desensitized by hard luck, the misfortune of life's cruelty.
It takes the reigns and commands it to do whatever is needful to fill it's pockets, and the law looks away, blinded by the light of more pressing morals/ the society that pays its taxes on time, the society that can afford taxes, payment of any kind/ and the hunger continues, its despotism burned like a tan waiting to be turned over/ and its watched closely by the minds shadow that pays, pays well, pays closely to have its way.
It’s not neglect that it goes unnoticed, it’s a symptom of hard times waiting for hard luck to meet its peak and the pool fills with the unlikely light of good things gone awry / just a full paid flight to anywhere but here, and landed safely in the skeins of the light, with only chance to direct what lane what not, what pain, what life you don't know is ripe for this harvest.
And it waits for tender fruit, steering clean from the brightly colored lanes, owning the regulations better than the tax fairing denizens / and the wages are claimed, their life a blaring shadow, hardship wrought with the same life as light, unnoticed but claimed, their wages taken by the averted eyes we care not to notice.