The Finer Line...... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

to be ravaged, reformed into a newly fashioned self....by introduced 'cures'....
in an attempt to escape other ravages..
.those that are part of a quixotic and seemingly evil, demonic genetic predisposition, one.devoid of those inherently protective chemicals...some say...

some swear by...and at...each....

I know where I stand...or lie down...or thrash..or simper..or whine...or curse....to produce now and again.(.well, not now...hoping for an again) . a lucid something......true to its own melody..
(lucidity being a debatable term)
learning....preparing.... for? ......

may be what is succinctly called 'living'...too simple...too trite? ...

. having found, temporarily, very... a haven... of horror, a place of twisting, malforming robbery.....essentially offering not comfort but a battery of sidestepping, uncomfortable alterations...

.'wellness'...a relative term.....choices to make, entirely personal...damn the marketing and those who embrace/dispense those 'cures'...well-meaning though some may be.....

we find our own answers..our own joys.....trudge along...and somehow manage to click our heels together on occasion...shod or not.....

we, the 'brave' bulls...the braver bull****ers? who knows? I can only speak from my own perspective.....you have yours....examined? hope so...quite a job, isn't it?