a carpet made of morals

if it's a carpet made of morals 

then we wear it down 

and wear it out.

whatever the fabric of that mindset

in time, 

passage is a lowdown plunder.

however implicit the intent,

it then becomes loose language 

in its ever passing.

in the light of each moment,

morals are not necessarily the directive

as much as the acoustics of the surround.

if so, 

then finding the truth of moving forward,

is before the lip-service of transit overrides.

morals should not have been

the process of hand-me-downs.

they should be the artfulness 

present in living

rather than a style of apparel 

for occasional usage.

morals existed 

before the written word came around.

it's an emotionally based logic

rather than a mentally profound.

morals should have a tonal base of presence,

way before rules gained the stature of law.

take a walk with me,

for it isn't where we go

or what we walk upon.

it's how we are, 

with what we carry,

as the mediumship of our presence

that the sense of morals 

is essentially based upon . . .