'I' welcome 'you',
Breathing,
as I ~
never had to.'

'intrepid as convenient,
splashing ink of gasping paragraphs,
resulting in opinion,
unhesitant,
within ever sinking glory,
parading's story of its cosmic commodity.'

'it might forge it for a while,
like each origin does its wicked child,
consume its speech and smile,
but it begins drooling out,
like saliva through a cloud,
yet for this One...
'how many' selves were drowned...
in Golden streams of splendid recreation,
until this One...
liquidising sanity,
coughing its medicinal observation,
now Happy knows,
has lost its cups of wisdom somehow.'

'writers wrote,
sages spoke,
composers composed and performers performed,
they gave it all to its role,
One genius spread inside million 'boxes',
within each of which had a 'bluebird' in the heart.'

'a silent bystander's watching,
while sees nor its silence,
nor its mark,
Awaken's  dreaming,
observation witnessing  asleep.'

'now's getaways,
an elegant escort of its inner satisfaction,
humanity's courage sold within its loving comfort...
how high did 'you' bet?
did 'you' get high enough to bet!'

'supreme manners turning into  feasts,
'I', devouring's  love,
'I', colour-blind Art's peace,
articulating lecture's reality,
bragging its release.'