Taking form in many ways, playing as twine to claws of a kitten. Idea’s, actions, dreams. With many twists and turns. Gnarled, snarled, fit and tied.

With one and then another, such a game. Over here. Over there. All around. For some, inducing paranoia, in others blissful ignorance.

“Work hard and in America you will succeed.” or “It’s your right to be taken care of. Sit there and hold to the gender/species/color of your skin.”

Boring filled with boredom for those of such belief. Horror for others. Humor for me.

So many people scurrying around, trying, lying, tying, as if no one would notice or see. Listen, can you hear? Who? What? Where? When? Why?

Women are, Men are, Children though, they still try.

Thankfully, without any effort at all, the air smells sweet, the Moon bright, and beyond such mundane the stars sing.