A toast, honestly

Invigorating

all that invigorment 


and Science


"Not on my lawn!" 

they shrieked

and then they burst into laughter



. . . 



All your kind eyes

exited faces

tired horses

waking up every day

showering of gratitude

bound and entangled

crystallized 

singing

laughing

mind-bending

porride

and onion

brushing your teeth 

and rolling together




Now look at your feet

your skin might have changed

have a seat 

if you please




Cooking in no time

on time

efficiently



Let beauty overrule practicalities



Suddenly a metal break 

the crack completely deafened all sound

and shock is all around 



Then place a stone on me and let me land

let me travel in truth

and let me lie

let me play behind the curtains

let me find my charm 

let me find all I thought was out

let me create new and let me try 




Let me mirror 

let me play 

let me stay an extra day

let me be anew 

amongst many and the few

dancing

piling

fighting

crack my chests open




Beauty hurts

you see




Lend me your arms and legs

your back and your neck

your breath in my ear

let me inhale and exhale

and pour you something new




Let us become infinity old friends

sitting on a bench

let us gloat 

in the newborn sound of you;

swallow 

burp

operetta

breath 

noise 

eerie

sounds



and blind bravery

which colours 

beyond black



Your dancing eyes

all your dancing eyes

are in the beautiful cacophony  


of what is

Life.

 

 

Timer

 

 

 

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