All Reflection Therein Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

What to think on this day's rise
to summer's praise and spring's goodbyes,
wish upon one's life and sigh
or gladly breathe and greet opened eyed,
what comes or passes one's thoughts and mind
surmise the simplest of time's surprise,
expressed so within a moment's nigh
words pulled and pushed and so disguised,
plied haphazardly upon your id's reprise
through these falling dreams off sleeping's cliff,
summoning's shadow, the confusion lifts
gleam of sight and mind's shallow drifts,
reveal the extense and callous shifts
humanity's craze, reality's haze, mind's visual mist,
rift opening through thought's weary gist
decide which side your mindset missed,
irreality's glare or this reality's subsist
exist to only know or to truly insist,
decry that thought is cruelly honed in this
reality's grime and by humanity's daft,
intent against the purpose of life's portend
converge these thoughts, this mind this mix,
convey, refine, congeal this matter's jest
confect life's sweat, blood and genuflect,
renounce each doubt, each negative dissect
decline what is weak, that which lacks respect,
reject that ‘normal' implies consent
peruse with intent, this bard's lament,
review the comments, and replied content
inspect, between each line's casting leant,
all cautions stave, all conscience bent
reflections image, let these be forever spent,
therein, your new consciousness now divinely replent.