Reach out wide
Grasp the image tightly
And hold it inside.
Baske in the wonder of it all,
Such individual beauty,
The brief moments when reality becomes a dream.
The intermittent seconds that make life worth living, worth being a part of, just to have lived for even a momentary glimpse, a singular climactic thought of how fucking wonderful it is to be alive, if only for that moment , in an accumulation of gratitude.
The type of thoughts that remind you of mortality, of beauty's fate, of the heart's loss, of the painful separation, of our human tragedy.
The spinning world
Vertigo around our axis
The fall and the hyperwarp
The sob of irretrievable redemption
Pounding on the earth
In spite, in anger, in torment.
