Essential colors,
eccentric phantoms, rooftop on buses—laughing in feelings, sad a night moving
into some quarters—so young so lost, feeling located. They know us, they
defined us. Leased and drained. Majesty and wings. To adore what I see, to
ignore what I hear, taught both sides, a product of coins, hair made bronze. Lucent
at times, deeper at seconds, trying to laugh again. Light in topaz, each sign
inside, some symbol in accordion; lutes whistling, horns for Jerusalem, like
crazed hearing Judah. Lustrous domains. Lustful getaways. A soul loses sight in
understanding the magic, the mystic, the force—the bounce back, aged and lost,
found and lost, changing each moment it affects the soul. Refulgent dreams.
Radiant promises. Looking at his rearview. A second to speak, a thirst for
lightening, many gripping thunder—floating and flitting and thus flying.
