A day to juice the squeeze
and switch the flip
and rip a give
and just see
where Bizarro takes us
here, we turn for a twist
through outer illusions
the world, a façade
our souls, some true spin
on the fabric
of everything
other than matter
if we only speak
with the silver flakes
of our hearts’ tongues
and let no salt
calcify
in the spaces where we learn to listen
this poisoned paradise might sway toward violet
this prison of flesh
this temple of power
this sorrow of strife
this calm silent river
and every note
in between
striking chords
as the score
of life plays out
upon some holographic
3D screen
with pin pricks
and blistering winds
with bird chirps
and supreme vistas
Take it as a given
that I’m all in
for the ride
dancing/collapsing
with every subtle shade
the magnetic circuit
chooses to sing
