Potholes

At certain corners,
where one dimension unfolds and connects to another,
there have been, and are still yet to be,
some creatures who perceive evil to be no less than
what they perceive as weakness in themselves.

On certain trips,
explanations are pot holes.

“Well, sure,” the ole sorehead exclaimed,
“A man what knows a lot can afford to be testy.”

One group said, “We shall talk our way to paradise,”
and another declared, “Men mutter their course to hades,”
and then over there was another…there was this other…
No, on second thought, that about covers it.

Trying to “find your way”
when you are actually lost,
can access some surprising episodes.

J.