drag around ideas until
they spring to life in blazing color;
surf out on the stars until
they yield their incandescent truth --
sell your first desires to get
a taste of what forever means;
bring your plans and schedules to
a place where time's for letting go
and know the way,
the night, the view,
the empathy that makes you, you;
and taste the edge,
the edge of thought,
a caravan ballet of splendor,
spread across the universe
in hues of contraindicated pleasures --
spare the child and spoil
the very rod of what it means to feel;
glowing like an lantern, there
the carbon filament you dragged
to lighting
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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Wow Owen! This is brilliant! xx