Knowing

Sometimes it’s enough to melt one’s brain
down to its lizard foundation

But every so often something prevents critical mass
and it's, repeatedly, always at the very last of moments

It could be understated:
A nod, a look, a knowing well-coded aside

Or resolute:
A jab, a touch, a kiss

And, shit, everything is back in sync – reset
all “Kool and the Gang” style – for precious periods

Sit or stand
Or even kneel
Just never bend over
For faith, fear, or
fatherland

Smile and grin
And often agree
With truths impossible
Nodding with eye contact
shows you understand

When the disposition, the attitude simply
heads down hill uncontrollably

Just missing thresholds where
return is not plausible, possible, or advisable

Then it’s time (again) to
trust the path; ride it out

These are the attractive whirlpools of insanity
the very same of recurring visions