Tempest in a Teacup, My Symphony

How do you stand the glare,
bubble in sun, aloft, tenuous.
Sonata of a thing of beauty,
for a second in passing flow,
a bubble's dance. it is a joining
with the current. I'll take
each radiant for proving
if i were fleck of sea water
above a mighty tidal wave
i'd light full the sun and
taking that pure into the
substrata, become the purity
of sunlight itself. metaphor,
strain the bonds of anti-
metaphor. A tower burns
in London today.

The code is code on many
levels. they don't read
contraposto turns of
restrains. Adagio. think.

You happen upon a path
through a wood. Fairytale.
You know what happens
next is sorta the thing you've
been dreading. You see
steel yourself to the wind
grief is barely what you
think. the flow of things
is a constant surprise, 24
hour party to the beyond.
I'll link here to stay in
some loop or other, I see
it working that way. The
lessons of yesterday are
with you through your
memories, so your memories
take life to expand. they
become ecosystem. Plenty
are scubbing around the
system searching for a real
time magic machine. I
am an invisible clown.
What I hear: Yawning.
I heard the yawn. Really.

Rocket. Cross La Luz
candle to Flame, PG
pink rose and nicotana,
and fireworks, volcanic.
Fusing prove utility.
Lavander scent and
smooth like spring.
One must have spent
A lifetime burning. Lit.

kaleidoscopic view of
previously hidden layers
integration of previously
fragmented insights and
shards of awareness.
transcendent enlargement                                     of being.