I love this day of the year.
As reality seems to shift like smoke over another world,
Existence almost seems to swim in the water of superstition and spirits.
The air is lighter but harder to brace against.
Fire rages all over the earth and in the sky,
We come alive to celebrate the dead,
Some drop their guises of civility,
Children wear grim visages and facades.
We think more,
Yet in believing less
Cast aside the cascading evidence of death and demise
In favour of letting spectres and phantoms play hidden games in the open.
But.
For me this is everyday, everyway,
And my only respite in mortal decay.
Forget, enjoy, go play.
Today is your day in mine.
Happy Halloween.
