What matters?

I am a ball of unfettered mystical song, sounds of sparkling applause, yawns and starlit reverb, serendipitously making my way into velvet chasmic channels where all the spawn of my former lost thoughts reside. And boy, they have grown.

I hear velvet tones…
I am a butterscotch disc under the tongue, murmurs of memories in stereo; feedback of feelings and walls of will feel me filling me in the everstill fountain feeding all the trickling tributary glistening flow, with all those miles and whiles making me whole. I’m a belly full
In a sea of vibrations, every lampshade, every handshake, it’s a rogue wave if you can bob along. I wait for the tickle that tames me, the trickle that takes me and the twinkle-flash that sunset lakes breathe.

All matter is touching. 
I can’t remember much, all the places I’ve tucked myself, lines dispelled and melted into mist, the explosive lips I’ve kissed, gratuitous realizations, exhilaration, and how I keep scooping it together, making mounds of memory, sounds that comfort me, close my eyes and try to be with everything I’ve ever known.

And feel at once at home.
I am particles and part of this loose illusion of happenstance, substance, romance, and existance. Man’s balance is tipping and should be tip-toeing, going toward a contentedness in glowing with all the other matter that lights up the space without.

Get in, get lit, go out. 

Published in: on November 26, 2017 at 9:49 pm  Comments (2)  
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