If only there was a way
to explode into an aperture
of terminal ecstasy, massing
an army too small for invasion
at the borders of a conflagration
far larger than our individual bodies
crafted of flesh, bone, and water. Sort
of like oatmeal rising with the addition
of a liquid, expanding to become the last
thought you'd imagine you'd ever hear
spoken aloud in a busy thoroughfare strip
mall lost in the sprawl of cityscape snowed
over in light sprinkles like icing sugar across
the soft top part of our holiday muffin.

Location,
location, location!

Look at those palisades
of rock, ice, and tree,
evergreen (  maybe

FOREVERgreen   )

Soak the fire!
we're all about
to spot a light
at tunnel's
end.

Flashlights off.

Eyes closed.

And with your
eyes closed, close
your eyes
tightly.

-  -  -

*Thank u
for the
chance
to
once
again
dream
big

(again).