Be More Candid(e)

by mxiris

Misconstrued gestures do haunt the
unguarded mind.
Ignoring intention, the guarded
unguardedly pines.
In shallow water or perilous sea
The span of superstition persists indefinitely.
It is a constant threat, scorning rest
and sleep,
The absence of reason, its pleasure reaps.
From dawn till dusk, and then in death
The life and blood was with Macbeth
Murder is as murder contemplates.
A gate of marble or of bronze awaits.

-Alex Rego, May 2014