Doing it, in your heart;
doing it in your mind;
wishing you were, praying you aren't;

hoping you didn't imagine you did.

All mental, mentis realm, acts as if
we did;
but we did not.

We made a picture of what we thought.
We knew, as knowing is done in a child,
we imagine we know,
we say we did.

We did, when we were kids.
All of us.
Little liars unbeguiled, knowing only

good and not, -- then we wake from
that bubble of being when the walls fall,
the curtain is lifted,

and we find we live in a state that changes
with time,
time alone.

Done in time is done in mind and
we know.

As words, a we is formed into a them
and us, or more
pointed ly, a me and you all, and we all
fall victim to the wrong

we did with joy while sleeping
through the conditions causing
yesterday to go so very far from
yesteryear's
remembered. Those olden times when

stories told 'round cracklin' brushwood
fed deep pools of what ifery,
if only we could recall the rules for being
worth a ****... we all remember flying.

And I recall, the way to catch any bird was to sprinkle
salt on it's tail.