What does it spell

a green light glimmers

off bronze glazed skin

in a pool of gold stones

and blue colored gems

Mushika lays at the feet

of an elephant divine

who's flanked by tarot

and a spent cone of pine

the scales hold the cusp

of bull and twins energy

weighing the gravity

of true destiny's synergy

under the upcoming moon

in the blue archer's time

will the ship finally sail

to a dime and another dime

20/20

these two eyes

one sees from the soul

the other's vision

comes from the mind

they cross when 

they disagree with 

what's in sight

a true deliberation

of the meaning 

of any interaction

with the external world

they roll when

they are chasing after

whatever they think

may be important 

to self preservation

they wink when

they want the other

to miss something

the one wants to focus on

and they cry when

they agree 

 

Comforting thoughts

comfort can entrap

maybe not meaning to

seemingly not meaning to

but inevitably doing so

and comfort can become

way too comfortable

it can outgrow its purpose

and no longer provide ease

it's that perfect pillow

that allows the neck relaxation

to where you sleep

a little too well and

your neck gets a crook

because you didn't toss

and you sure didn't turn

that is comfort past its prime

comfort that has spoiled

or comfort that has spoiled you

from forgetting how to grow

blessed is the idiom of

just don't get too comfortable

don't want to drown in throw pillows

when your ship has already set sail

T-storm

same in essence

the tiny sparks

seen in the dark

when static shines

in fabric friction

the great energy

that rolls in sound

and flashes light

when the turning

of the earth rock

pulls at the ocean

levitating in the air

and the same spark

illuminates the sky

to behold what flows

through everything

in grandest display

a show of bolts and

music of the gods

 

In the numerical ocean

nine is the mirror

mine is the nearer

to your breath

holding the two mirrors

your birth is given

the moment I hold 

nearly as dear as

a time of two dimes

and if all this was true

I'd somehow make it through

and give into you

for you to count 

the fingers on my month

that's half of your own

and offer up to you

my crown and my throne

Mid-May distractions

those thoughts of

liliums replacing alliums

means someone may be

middle aged that is

if that someone lives

to be the ripe old age

of ninety, nine, a good

year it was to complete

high school and live

a surreal moment when

congratulations met

graduations, a time

of year for towns to

get wiped off the map

and more than a whirlwind

meets schedules for 

grandparents and estranged

relatives, it's all relative

but merely a distraction