exorbitant flavor with subtle bite
exquisitely rendered
tasty bits
to entice and bring in
for celebration, inauguartion, ceremony, praise a cronie, explain a gaffe, contain a laugh, decry oppression, make a suggestion
threading the needle to curtain the stage
singing cherubs bounce and curtsy
orating sage twinkle-eyed flirts,
he touches his nose, wrinkles his toes
calls to his wand's to and fro sewing
all recite into song
weaving their music along
Silver bracelet of Moonlight
shines in night's prism of serene
delight
casting breath, luminescent desire
emboldened in reflection
There is nothingness enough in all of negation
Be a thing, many things, all things, some things
Be a source of action
Be the essence of dissatisfaction
Be the smiling taste of flies
upon the tongue of lotus-wise old toad
Be bliss in amazement
of egoic reflection on all this
Nothing is never ALL
Revolution comes when it is ready
The spark that lights the fire can be seen
oh so many times
Only when the tinder is sufficiently arranged
will the fire take hold
It burns with clear fidelity to dramatic interlude,
to the cry of an erupted moment
After images, ash sparks in the twilight,
take flight, swirl within echoed breeze
Readiness,
relative to the free winds of chaos
Revolution is but a shared anthem,
parts of anger and revenge,
parts of reaching toward a new religion
In the aftermath of chaos,
what bright vision will sustain?
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