this morning,
up before the dawn
hunting the snark,
the lies of lousy leaders
and lascivious letches,
you know, the usual suspects,
lost and found,
i had discovered,
pillars to live by:
belong, have a purpose, transcend, and tell tales, she said.
so after a nap,
and a peek at more trolls,
then a visit from a friend,
and maybe it was his tale
of another lost thread
down the same alleyways
I too had been lead,
so i said;
i was not lost, for
what i had been seeking,
my ‘once upon a time’,
I’d already been dancing with cheek to cheek,
and that’s me. she said