These are rare.once in a million lifetimes.
one burns out overused.Retreaded.Discarded.
Reincarnated. Fulfilled.
                                                                                A new flame.
                                                                                Balance will remain.Order restored.
Harmony.
One step past finite.
Ignite a new fire.A new flame to burn and return none the wiser of the prior journey.

Task fulfilled. An evolved spirit.
Ascends never to return.

One book closes, another opens.
The journey anew.
What do you believe.?

Which one was Achilles's heel.
Hector's hand spun the wheel.

The Face that launched a Thousand  ships.
Why not a bottle of the bubbly to the prow ?

Olympian intrigue.
Odyssey seafaring fatigue.

Tempest in a teapot
Time to ****.

Nothing good on T.V.?

Do you catch yourself looking at you,the "man in the mirror" holding the wheel. As you hold the wheel doing 102,rushing to the next to do.

One o'clock high glimmer.
Almost entranced by the navigator looking back but not at you?
Frenzied sill shot. Looking for the **** shot in this mixed menagerie.?

Step right up.ladies and gents.
How much can you get for your 99 cents.
In this not so penny arcade.

Split the difference . A four dementional blink.
Over four you know it.
Exit or merge.

Quiet the urge to do neither.
The middle man went belly up
Can't get to the critical
With a hitch in your giddyup.

Take another peak. One o'clock high
Hang in or bail out.
No failure. With no try.

Green lite .jump and hit silk.
Spin the wheel.
Close the deal.
Geronimo.

St. Elmo looked down on us
He lit our path through the jagged night.
Erasmus held us in his roughened palm.

There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.

There is a balm in Gilead,
to heal the sick soul.

Grasp the mast and glow ,and live
The mast of the fire.  The mast.
In darkest night.

Journey to Gilead by the warm blue
light.

Sits between twin bluffs  burrowing into neon souls
long to be seen in a  future frame of corpses and flipping
through the lenses of the kaleidoscope 1916 or there abouts.

Mr Edison took full advantage of the moment transitioning for all time  the boundaries.Maybe Muybrige in1888.
The here and now. The real and surreal. the equation is now unbalanced.
Is seeing now believing? or is believing a reason to see.

The proof is in the putting.
Dead men long digested in soil and  ground  can still emit sound and point  a blame-full  finger
Linger if you dare in the baleful stare of the science.
quiet, silence, desist. No
even virtue  can not  still the burning light.

cellulose spirits on walkabout lookout from the past again and again
flickering things they be.  conjure you as well as you conjure them.

The end is sight at the bottom of the hill
steel rails to nowhere still squeal to silence,
The riders swing free and lite on Italian loafers and
skulk away. padded shoulders conceal weak wills and
weaker hearts still.

Silver screen visual refraction
once there for all to admire must now bow deeply.
Curtsy?
Vanish and still remain at the pointed end of   it.