If the lease is up, there’s an option, to trade in on
a new spirit—the same soul, the same courage, tiptoeing the blades—like flying
on high, or skating on acid, like losing marbles. You took a loss, Love, so
much history, Love, to pick and select what appealed to soul, Love. You have
frequencies, they waft into being, you popped up—and I can’t decipher
why. Too sensitive to it, some at war with it, maybe it requires more than a
signature—maybe not. You took a loss, Soul, heading into the helicopter, chain
smoking in private. It was early in the AM, music swooped first, soul came
second, I can’t, for it was a torrent. I have to extend gratitude; you came
into existence—like a flame of fury—swoosh! You’ve delicate power, racing to
conquer earth, most see exaggeration, I see skies and fever—rushing like
rivers, to achieve the greatest feat.
