Like a cave hold into dynamics,
sandstone skies. Like turquoise ribbons tied to
seas covering galaxies. Like loving
made terrific aside excellence those
days in darkness made light. Like deep pain
churning miracles the waves in
volcanoes; to have adored with
pertinence, such bathing in sanity,
so conscious of each peg, pillar, those dreams
as sewn into earth, grass, the tales we told.
Only growing wiser—as one would
assert it, sheer silence when ignored by
penalty of excellence, by mind
control, a body enslaved by its senses.
Rooms filled with chandeliers, color in
prisms, made metaphysical, made
existential those weavings the tides
billowing into the skyline. A
trillion thieves, made obvious by nature
of mentalism—a cage near a
pocket the book made of platinum. To
wax with pride, to wane in humility,
taking courage to stand, more will lead.
